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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:59 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:02 am
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:03 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:06 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:08 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:10 am
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:12 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:15 am
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:15 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:18 am
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:21 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:26 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:27 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:30 am
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This message is my last resort. If nothing is done after this message, I will have no other choice but to take matters into my own hands. This is the message I gave Dad on Facebook, since I don't want to type all that over again here. I whited it just in case people don't want to read it --->Dad, I'm going to try and make this as short as I can, but I doubt it will. Lets' start with the problem, Brad. You remember when he had trouble with neighbors last year over their loud music? Well the problem's back again, and out of nowhere he started rampaging around the apartment, disturbing the people next door(who weren't responcible for the noise I might add), disturbing me(and acting like I'm the one who was making the racket. He knows I wears headphones), then going back around the apartment on a tear again. He called the substitute landlady(I think/hope anyway) and grumbled to her, then went into me again. I asked him how he got to sleep when he was living in Residence at MUN and he mouthed off at me. The music could be drowned out by his fan, and anyone who needs sleep, would be able to there. He's probably out on the sofa again now. He mouthed off to me one time too many Dad. You know I must have a lot of patience if I can put up with...that...for this long non-stop. Every other day I'm an idiot. I can't move in here without him telling me I'm stupid. I can't open my mouth to him. Once I start school he's going to make me feel that inferior and insecure with the program that I might have to contemplate quitting the course since obviously Brad's infinitely smarter than me in every field and it's a waste of my time. He's always tearing me down. So I'm seriously thinking about giving him one month to get out of my apartment. But I think he believes that we both own the apartment and has equal right to kick me out or something. He wasn't even there when I signed the lease. You were, not him. I don't care if you let Mom read this...actually I would like Mom to read this. This is probably the only way I can be completely heard out without interruptions, so this is probably the most complete gripe I have ever made against him. Dad, you KNOW what I'm going through! I have to walk on eggshells and sleep in a bed of nails around him so he can be happy! You know I would eventually snap under pressure. So I would like him out of here in a month. I don't care if he's on the street; at the rate he's going he's probably going to end up that way anyway since no job is perfect enough and no apartment ideal for him. Maybe he'll grow up if he had a taste of that. He makes me feel alienated within my own damn family because everyone always groups us together; you included. Just because he's weird I have to be too. No, I probably am. No normal person could stand this kind of torture as long as I have and still manage to smile amidst it all...I don't even want to send this message to you; Brad alienates you and you alienate me. I feel like I will never be treated as a 24 year old woman just because Brad refuses to act like a 27 year old man. How do you think it feels to be in my position Dad? I would sooner tell all this to my close friends, but I know they can't do anything to help me. Only you and Mom really can. I just pray this pulls us closer instead of shoving us away. If I speak to Mom on the phone about all this she turns a deaf ear to me. So far Dad, you're the only one who semi-listens, and Mom only listens when I'm as distressed as I am now. The last time that was, was more than a year ago. And even then I got no help. <--- And I don't have to go anywhere. I like this apartment. He's the one with problems. Why should I leave?
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:38 am
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