It read:
“You will learn the hard way that people in the street DO NOT have your best interest at heart. You better ask somebody…you have many examples in your family.”That’s odd? I suppose she shows that she has my “best interest at heart” by expressing her lack of confidence in me. “People in the street” pretend to care. That is more than I’m getting here. She didn’t even bother coming downstairs to say this to my face. So instead of letting her be a coward and replying to her e-mail, I took the argument directly to her. Again, we talked about respect, which at this point has becoming a running joke in the house. Respect? I handle mine in person. She has 30 years on me, and supposedly knows so much more than I. I’m glad I’m not looking to her as an example. What kind of adult would I become? “People in the street” have made me who I am. I guess she deserves a little credit. For making me a bitter eighteen year old.
