I hate my parents
I'm flying three thousand miles to attend grad school. And they want to fly with me. To help me furnish my apartment. They don't have the wit to figure out that hello, I can't wait to get rid of you, and now you want to come with me? Hello?? Any parent with a bit of brains will not impose themselves this way. Any parent will realize that their adult "child" will not be thrilled at the thought. Hello, we're not friends. Hello, we're so awkward around each other. I DON'T LIKE YOU. No, I'm not one bit excited about "touring the city" with you. I don't want to f****** tour the city. I just want to settle in and start my new life and spend my days in the library and the lab and never see you again. I want to be free to be myself, for f***'s sake. To wake up when I want to wake up. To eat alone. To walk alone. To sleep when I want to sleep. To work as long as I want without wasting time reporting to you. And now you want to come and do everything together. I don't want your money. Don't pay for my furniture- it would give you the right to impose your ugly, colorblind taste. I killed myself to get a scholarship so that I won't cost you a cent, so that I can deserve to get away and you won't be able to do anything about it. So F*** OFF. F*** OFF. F*** OFF.
Yes, I hate you. I will not pretend I don't. I don't have to pretend I don't just because I'm your daughter. Yes, I don't want you to come. Yes, I'm dreading it. Yes, you bore me. Yes, you irritate me. Yes, you infuriate me. Yes, I will apply for a PhD later whether you like it or not, whether you threaten to kill me to make me come back home and get married and live on the top floor and pop out grandchildren for you.
And no, I won't try to be nice.
No, I won't "make an effort".
I will make you regret that week. I will make you hate it.
I am SO ANGRY I could die.