you've seen your grandson's bong a couple of times.
and you think i'm a more immediate case?
i'd hate to seem like i'm pointing fingers to take the heat off of me, but seriously now, with all due respect, get your priorities straight.
you say you don't want me to get hurt. who says i can't handle it IF it does happen? you say you don't want me to cheapen myself. who says i am? you say i'm bending my back too much for this guy. have i missed a family event yet? furthermore, who says he doesn't do the same for me? you say i'm the girl and i shouldn't give in so much? who says i do? and for that matter, who says we're living in 18-copong-copong? you say you want things to be equal between us. who says it isn't? you say you just want me to be happy. who says i'm not?
i appreciate the generosity. i'm grateful for letting me stay at your apartment. and i understand your rules are your rules. but sometimes i feel like you hide behind that excuse.
WHEN i move out, i hope being happy really is enough.
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