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Sister comes home
Sister sees her iced tea powder on the counter
Sister accuses me of using it
I explain I had ichiban and had to take the iced tea out to get to the ichiban.
Sister says "whatever"
I tell it not to accuse me of things, which she is constantly doing
Sister goes off on me, threatening to smack me, calling me useless, pathetic, and not worth anything.
She ends the "conversation" by leaving for work, saying "I hope you die."

I am writing her a letter. We have said many hateful things to eachother, but never "I hope you die."

It's over. I have enough confidance problems, I don't need it anymore. I'd rather not talk to her then deal with her treating me like scum.

The letter I wrote.

Brenna.

I have had enough. And so, I will do as you wish. I will die, but not by the conditions you outlined.

See, the things you say hurt. You say I am useless, and that my career will go nowhere. You say that no body loves me, and that what I do is a waste of time. That is false, like your accusations to me this are. My career is one that works with people from all walks of life. Hurt, sick, diseased. We will do our best to help them live and die with dignity.

So, I will not die as you ask. I will not live alone, loveless, sad, or scared. See, you may not understand me and the way I choose to live (without a guy off my arm, or "wanting me" as you say) or you may not understand why I am choosing a selfless low-paying career. IT's called passion. I hope someday that you will feel the same calling, and find something that you truly want to do.

Don't worry about replying, I don't want to hear it. We both said hateful things, but wishing death upon me, it will take a while for me to forgive that.

Best of luck,

Chandra.

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I am so frustrated. She is such a bitch. Her words are ringing in my head, and I just snapped at poor mom.

I hate my sister and my father. Mom is all I have.