After telling you how much you have been killing us as a family, I thought it would be enough for you to quit smoking. You have no clue of how your addiction has impacted my life and your family. I am cooped up in my room all day because I know if I even try to go downstairs or in the bathroom, there you are smoking. I know I will be planning your funeral in the upcoming years, due to your disgusting habit, so you might as well tell me how you want it. You are rapidly killing yourself and your family. Even the pets are at risk for cancer, just like Jack. After talking to you repeatedly about quitting, you blow me of and tend to change the subject of a very important issue. I understand it’s a hard habit to quit, but millions of people have done so. You have a prescription ready to be filled out, but you think of yourself when you smoke, not about the harm you are causing us. I shouldn’t have to think about how you are going to die, but I do. I shouldn’t have to think about ruining my vacation while you smoke or you going outside with the dogs and contaminating them and yourself. If you haven’t realized, it controls you. Even at the mall, you couldn’t fight your urge to smoke while shopping, that should have been a sign to quit. Since you won’t quit and keep smoking, you do not care about us or love us, even though you claim to. You blame smoking on us driving you to, but that’s not an excuse, and you know it. I don’t think you realize your smoking controls my life as well. Maybe Katie and Dad don’t know the huge consequences of your habit, but I do. If you continue to smoke and not quit, I’m going to have to separate myself from you. I will no longer think of you as my mom, because only a caring mom would listen to this. Your stupid family and so called friends like Marla and Joe smoke. I don’t know if this is what keeps you smoking, but they are not worse your health. I have no doubt smoking will give you cancer and you will eventually die. You have cut off so many years of your life, you don’t even realize it. Is it worth a couple more years? It’s a slow but fast suicide. I most likely will be in my twenties and you will be dead. I am angry at you for this. You even have dad smoking now, which gets me even madder. I will not have parents when I’m older due to smoking. You wonder why I have trouble sleeping, this explains it. I think about all these issues every night I go to bed. I’m sick of this and I can’t handle it anymore. I am at the point where I want you to work full time so I won’t have to be around you and worrying about you downstairs in your chair smoking your life away. I don’t care if you ground me for the rest of my life for this letter, but I have had it with you. This letter also addresses dad, coming home taking his anger out on us and ruining his health over his job. I don’t care about the money he makes, as long as he is happy. If he is so unhappy with his job, he needs to find one that he enjoys, instead of hates. I know if he continues this, he will die of a heart attack or some other cause. And Katie doesn’t care about me, you, or dad. I only think of her as a roommate in this house, which is sad to say. Then I’m mad about you killing our dogs. I think of them as my children, and I cry myself to sleep over your smoking and feeding them to their death. The vet has made comments about Pablo’s weight and our pet teacher has made comments about Toby. I shouldn’t have to take manners into my own hands and take care of them 24-7 which I will now on be doing. Go ahead and show this to your crappy friends and family like Arlene, Marla, or Nana, or anyone else, because this letter only embarrasses yourself. I bet after reading this, you will go sit downstairs and smoke another cigarette and drink a beer. Because that’s all your life is. Continue on telling me you will quit, because it has been 8 months you have been telling me that.
Amanda
2007-08-07
19:53:47
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