To You.
I hate the way you two fight without fighting.
I hate the way you've checked out.
I hate the way I'm afraid to speak for fear of upsetting you.
I hate how I can't ask do something or go somewhere without you yelling.
I hate the way that you're all happy and having fun with me but then a second later you're all upset.
I hate that this is affecting me.
To You.
I hate the way you've moved back in.
I hate how we're paying for your screw ups.
I hate your temper.
I hate all of that.
I hate fighting with you over stupid things.
I AM TRYING NOT TO LET IT AFFECT ME.
Please start trying as well.
To You.
I love you but you need to stand up for yourself.
Not to me but to everyone else.
To You.
Get her to stop acting like she is.
Do something.
Anything.
At the very least fight.
Get it out and let what will happen happen.
To Me.
It's going to be okay.
Your best friend loves you.
Your sister loves you.
And even though you do yell and fight with your mom and brother and have no clue what's going on with them and your dad it is really going to be okay.
You have friends.
You have God.
You have a wonderful youth group.
