I don’t like to yell at you, but apparently you’re very, very (very, very) dense just lately. Maybe the increased volume will get through.
STOP DREAMING! LEARN TO LISTEN TO WHAT I TELL YOU!
I don’t know when you’re going to learn to use the sense the gods gave you and stop putting yourself in situations like the one today.
Now: since when have your parents ever really heard anything you say, without trying to twist it? When have they not thought that your feelings were some kind of condemnation of them and all they stand for? When have they not developed selective amnesia about things you bring up to them (including circumstances, exact placement of the players, and exact words)? When have they not acted like they can’t understand the simplest concepts when you try to tell them how you feel?
I’m holding on by my fingernails here. I don’t want to leave you, but you’re making it very hard, girl.
How much longer will you allow yourself and your feelings to be invalidated? Turn off the masochistic vibe, girlfriend; it’s not cute.
Learn from your mistakes. Learn how much to say and who to say it to. Really–learn this lesson, and learn it NOW, or I will pack up and leave. You really don’t want that to happen.
You make me want to tear your hair out, but I love you. You have a good head, plenty of sense, and enough ambition.
Yours very sincerely,