You’re turning into quite the little bitch.

I warned you away from him to protect you; not to control you. How fucking dare you speak to me like that after everything I’ve done for you.
I could have left you in Greece and not picked up my phone; not replied to your messages; not let you move in; not get two fucking jobs just to support you.
But I didn’t. I’ve welcomed you into my home, given you my trust and looked after you to the best of my abilities and this is what I fucking get for it.

I understand that you’re young and you want to make your own decisions and mistakes. That’s absolutely fine. I respect that. But don’t turn into a pissy little bitch when I tell you my opinion on a guy you’re seeing.
You hate Noah, and you make it abundently clear. Sometimes you make it really fucking difficult to be around both of you at the same time.
That’s fine, you’re entitled to like or dislike whoever you want, regardless of their relationship to me. But I’m not allowed to tell you that your new boyfriend seems “kind of douchey”?
Get bent.

I never once said you couldn’t make your own mistakes; in fact, I encourage it. But when you’re seeing a guy like that; I will not praise you for it. I will tell you what I think, because you deserve better. You date him and you’ll turn into what he wants you to be. You won’t be you anymore.

I want to be here for you when he breaks your heart but you’re making it really fucking hard.

Whatever. If you want me to; I’ll stay out of it. I’ll keep my mouth shut and let you make your own stupid mistake. Fine.
I won’t say ‘I told you so’ and I will be here to pick up the pieces of you that he leaves behind, because you’re my baby sister and nothing will change that now. You’re the only family I consider to have left.

  • 02.25.12
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  1. dennychronis posted this