Of course you’re thinking about buying a house to rent out as a B&B! And of course you want me involved. Because why wouldn’t you rope someone else into your next big “vision,” just like you always do? You have this talent for using people like chess pieces. You move them around, let them do the heavy lifting, and then sit back and complain when things don’t play out exactly the way you imagined.

And don’t forget, you asked me for money not that long ago. Then just swept it under the rug like it never happened. You are so fucking predictable.

I have always been embarassed by the fact that I’ll never have a normal relationship with you and that everything comes with strings attached, but at the end of the day you made your bed and you have to lie in it. And even just thinking if we started brand fucking new, you’ll show up sometimes randomly and act like dad number one with my friends. I’m my own dad.

I have always seen you for who you are and I can smell your bullshit for miles. Sweat it out.