Dear Mom,

Why were you so eager to send me off to New York City?
I think you wanted me to suffer the consequences of your stupid actions when you were my age. You knew your mother would look at my face and see you. You knew your mother would think since you got pregnant young, I would too. You knew your mother would attempt to drag me out of her house the way she did you because we did not deserve to live here.
So, why did you want me to leave to go to New York City?

Yes. I have been proven that my grandmother despises me because I am my mother's child. I' m tired of the "Oh, She just wants the best for you"s and the "She cares about you ALOT; That's why she's so hard on you"s.. Oh please. This is not the movies, people. She could careless what happens to me. The only reason I think she 'cares' for me so much is because I'm on her taxes... *side eye* My mother did do her share of the dumbest things in the world.. BUT, I am not my mother! I graduated from high school, I have no kids, I am in my 2nd year of college, I have a job, and I am keeping myself well put together, if you ask me.

Shenanigans!
I am always expected to fail.
I am always expected to be with a guy, have mad kids, and watch him leaves.
I am always expected to get kick out of wherever I happen to live.
I am always expected to live off of people.

*Car screeching noise*

See. That's the problem with my grandmother and everyone else in my family. They have this BELIEF that if they help you (with money), support you (with money), spend time with you (spending money on you), and such, that you are obligated to treat them like they are the best family members in the world! uh, Not. *serious face* Keyword here is money, as you can see. I don't recall me having a great relationship with blood relatives. Ever. No one cares to be close anymore.

Then, they hate when you move and don't call...
It's not like they are expecting a "Hey. How are you?"
What they are expecting is, "Lemme hold something."

*blink blink*

My family sucks.
Thanks for helping me to realize this, mom.
Love,
Black Sheep.