I've been having trouble with my Dad ever since I moved out, I can't believe he thinks that I owe him for living in 'his' household. Seriously...co'mon, how idiotic can you be?
I was the best kid I could have been...I worked beginning at the age of 15 and payed up for everything I did. I got good grades, an honor student, and got a few awards for academic & fellowship achievement...but still - why are you holding this above me head?! Buddy, you need to get a life and stop trying to run mine. I'll admit - I do regret somethings, but who doesn't? Moving out with no experience wasn't one of my brightest ideas....but jeez, it was my choice and I'm making it happen. I'll respect and accept what choices you've made, but is it so hard to understand me? Honestly, it seems as if you are holding things I did in like in 1st or 2nd grade against me. I know you have worked hard for everything you own, but so have I. Honestly, I don't know if this is a cry for help from you, but if it is...I'm sorry but I can't help you any longer. You're my dad, and I love you with all my heart - but your actions have hurt everyone around you. Can't you see it? A deep fog surrounds you, and it's too risky for me to enter to save you.

Sorry for the rant, I just am having a tough time with all of this, I needed to breathe.