I hate the way my dad is always comparing me to our neighbor.
Sorry I’m not getting married and moving out at the age of 21. Sorry that the two jobs I have aren’t “real jobs” in your eyes. I work my ass off at both, but you wouldn’t know, because you never ask about my day, or my life for that matter.
So, dad, thanks for judging me when I ask you for help. It really is appreciated.



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