I don’t know where to begin but it won’t be long. You hurt me all the time, especially recently. I try to have a good time and you call me stupid or weird, or a bitch. Even when I dress up for a date, you don’t compliment me even though I deliberately wear things that I know you would like. I can’t even remember the last time you gave me a hug or initiated a kiss, or told me that I looked nice. I’m sorry that I prefer tattoos and metal over country and cowboys, but that doesn’t give you the right to insult me when I am listening to music or putting together a portfolio. Don’t look at my sketchbook, see something that I drew, and call me a witch. That hurts. Don’t call me a child, please. I’m not a child, just because you have a well-paying job and can drive doesn’t mean I am anything less than you.
I don’t know why you act this way towards me all the time, maybe were not in love anymore. I’m sorry that I’m not as soft spoken and submissive as when we met, but that was 5 years ago and I’m an adult now. Maybe I’m doing something wrong, maybe I’m just being whiny or pathetic. But either way, I deserve better treatment than this. I’m still growing up and all of this is affecting me more than you know.