I can’t wait for the day when I turn 18. When i don’t have to deal with your bullshit everyday. I’m not sure how you can sleep with yourself after the shit you say about me. Telling my dad that i’d be prettier only if i was skinnier doesn’t help me in any sort of way. You’re supposed to be my mother and want to be there for me at all times. All those nights I cry myself to sleep wishing for a mom who wouldn’t judge me. I don’t understand what you want me to do. Would it make you feel better if you had that skinny daughter that you seem to desire or no daughter or all. You have a fucking 15 year old healthy daughter, isn’t that what people dream of? I don’t deserve a piece of shit like you.