dear mom,
I wish you'd stop pretending that you get me. you don't, and never will. I don't like when you pretend that you do, it's not cool. I'm irritated with you because I try to help, as much as I can. but you don't like to accept my help. I feel like you want to keep me sheltered for forever. and just want to do stuff for me that I can do myself. I'm 25, stop treating me like I'm a child just because I'm "different" and have poor mental health. I wish I could just stop living with you because you do this thing of being good to me and being bad to me. and you never respect my privacy. it's so important to me, but you just can't respect it. knock on my dang door, please. that's the least you could do.
there's some big things I really wish I could tell you, but I know I can't. because then there'd just be even more to not understand. and you'd probably be kinda crummy towards me. you're a religious person, and not too open-minded, and it's kind of a shame. and you try to push religion on me and act like I'm really bad because I'm not religious. sorry, but I never was in the first place. I was forced into Sunday school and nonsense as a child. I never liked it, but I sucked it up because everyone was so persistent.
but when I grew up, I shoved that crap aside, because I knew better. I learned how different people can be and that it's okay to not be straight. there are so many people I never would have gotten to know if I'd been the way you are. I'm so thankful that other people taught me that your sexual orientation doesn't matter because you were so incredibly homophobic. and pretty much still are. but I know you're set in your ways, and I know I won't be able to change you no matter how hard I may try.
maybe someday I can tell you I'm bisexual. I wonder if you'll accept it. probably not.
if anything, thanks for teaching me that religion can be terrible and mess up your judgement and acceptance of people.
- Bon
dear grandma,
I know you mean well. I know you do. but I wish you would... back off. I really didn't appreciate how you treated me because I have a fascination with Lalaloopsy dolls and am really into collecting them. as if I have some sort of serious issue and need to be worried about. you just leave me and my interests alone. please. you're older and maybe can't understand, and whatever. that's okay. I don't expect you to. but it is a problem when you speak to me and say "I'm worried about you" like that. if you can't say anything nice, don't speak. it's very rude to be that way, it's not like my hobby is out of hand. mom knows it's not, she's chill and polite and accepting of it. it was disappointing that you weren't.
it was very sweet of you to buy Frost I.C. Cone for me, and I'm very thankful. she will be treasured. but it didn't make up for the way you acted that day.
additionally, you don't need to tell me what kinds of clothes I need to wear. I'm old enough to make that decision for myself. I can wear what I want, please don't pull me down with your nonsense and tell me I need to wear certain things that I really dislike. it's really rude to try and push/control me like that. I don't sit there telling you what to do or wear, could you be kind enough to do the same for me?
love, Bon
