Give it a rest

You don't get it do you? I wish I could be inside your mind for a day. I truly wish I could understand why you reason things the way you do. I love you so much it's unbearable. You're irrational, sick, inconsiderate, rude, a child, and selfish. You don't know me- I wish you did. Everyday it's the same routine. I avoid coming home as much as possible, but when I have to I pray you aren't home. As usual I'm disappointed when I walk inside seeing you sitting your ass on the couch. I walk past you trying to avoid confrontation. But you always find a way to cause some. Always. After a few hours of negativity and pain I try to punch out all of my work and get some sleep. You've shattered any relationship ever tangible with my father and our entire family is fragmented with resentment, guilt, and anger. I don't want you to do the same to my family. Cutting you completely off may be the most painful and necessary decision. Please don't make me make that choice. Could you just support me for one day? Please?