How dare you tell me I can't bring Rodney over to MY house if youre here. Why would that matter? You don't even know him. You've talked to him maybe twice. I would think the fact that he makes me so happy and feel so appreciated that you would want to get to know him, or at least try to accept our relationship. But I knew you wouldn't like him. He's not white, God forbid!
For one, I didn't think you'd be awake, because I didn't want to make things awkward. But thats sad that I even have to worry about that. This is my house too. Why does it matter if you don't like him? You don't have to talk to him. We went into my room, door open, and watched a movie. Nothing controversial was going on. It was a Saturday night. For all you care, I could be out partying and getting wasted. I was safely at home. Nick has his friends over all the time.
I do more around the house than he ever will. I clean up after him and his friends, cook, and even buy groceries when needed. You get SO mad that he doesn't do anything to help out, and complain to me about him. But Im sure when Im gone Im an interesting topic to talk about and bash with him. Thats great, bad mouthing your own family. Remember Grammie did that to you for years? All she did was bash you to everyone, and all I did was try to play damage control. Thanks for your support, that's really mature. Who is the kid in this relationship?
I know I can't stay mad forever, and I wont, because Im not like that.
But thanks for nothing. I appreciate it, really. All I've done is try to talk you up, brag about how great you are and how hard you work, but then you do something so immature and act so high-and-mighty that I wonder why I even bother. It's a a slap in the face.