Dear parents,

No. Stop it stop it stop it.

I understand that there are worse things in the world. There are a lot of terrible things that parents can and do inflict upon their children. But for the love of all that is good in the world, stop fucking ordering me around. If your balance of household chores is unsatisfactory, relying on your twenty-year-old who lives 300 miles away to a. mediate your arguments, b. do things you don't want to, or c. do things her sister doesn't want to do is not actually satisfactory. especially not for said twenty-year-old.

If you want me to do something, try approaching me as an adult who actually does have some understanding of how to manage her time (well, sometimes) instead of demanding when and how. Never mind giving me the opportunity to say no. Yelling is bad. Blackmail is worse.

Stop telling me when to go to sleep and when to wake up. I do not need directives regarding how much and what I eat. or exercise. or read. or watch TV. or paint my nails.

All this yelling and ordering and demanding really gets ye olde anxiety going. None of this has changed, except that now it's supposed to be my vacation.

Love,
The Gay One :D