Kingdom of Knuffel

I hate this depression seeping into me
i hate these worries i have it established in my head that everything will work out
but i still feel like crud and i feel like i'm just completely mentally exhausted and drained
when i watch sappy movies in the theater i can't help but be reminded of him x_x.

Nothing's happening between us...
My parents don't like you.
But I love you...
We're gonna have to make it work.
I long to be in your arms...to be able to hug you...without people speaking about us...

I hate how you say you want to lose weight but you don't. You rely on fads and diets to do the work for you. I want to help you but you don't listen to me. Just because I'm your daughter's age doesn't mean I don't know anything. I can help you using the information that helped me.

I hate how when it's a nice day you text me to go get the mail when I come home. The mail box isn't that far away, it would be two minutes from door back to the door. I come home and you are on the phone, making dinner. Really?? You want to lose weight, so get moving!! But no, you go on a diet where twice a week you only eat fruits, veggies and milk for the day.

Get rid of all the crap. Nobody needs 4 kinds of ice creams for when guests come over. You don't really want to lose it do you? Then you'd have no excuse not to do anything or help anyone do anything. Like when you tell your husband 'let's do this' or 'let's do that' when it comes to cleaning up around the house. It's HIM who does it while you tell him what to do.

And I hate how you treat everyone. Nobody can argue a point with you, you shut them down immediately. You insist you're right all the time. You tell your married daughter she can't hang out with her single friends anymore because she's married and has a child. She doesn't go clubbing, they go eat at a restaurant, maybe once a month? You clamor to have the grandchild over, but when your daughter brings her here for you to watch when she visits with friends, you say she's 'dumping her child on people'. It's irritating and I won't stand for it if I ever become pregnant. That's another thing. Leave me and your son alone about when we will get married. That's between us, NOT YOU! And please, cut his apron strings already. He's 37, doesn't need you telling him what to do and not to do. So what if he wants to buy a pickup truck and drive it everywhere? You're not paying for his gas, HE IS.