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Dear Mom,

I know you're frustrated with life. Do you know how much I've been trying to help you? I've been there for you. I do not appreciate walking in the door from a busy night at work and being practically told to fuck off by you. All I did was ask politely if and when it would be possible to park in my garage again. I've been very fine with my uncle parking in my garage but there's room for two cars if we'd move the couch. Your response of "I'm going to take the tone you just gave me and call it frustrated. I'm at my level of frustration right now, so I'm not going to respond and you're going to go upstairs to your room and leave me alone," really confused me and hurt me.

Thanks Mom. That made total sense...

Your daughter,

Sydnee