Crawl Before You Run

Sometimes I feel like you make excuses because you don't want to help me. If you wanted to help me, you would. I do not believe that it's about teaching me a lesson or helping me to become a better person. My needs are diminished in your mind by the character flaws I possess. I do something that I think is nice, and you throw it back at me and tell me I'm subversive. You do not respect my education, my work or my self. I ask you to deliver on the help you've promised me and you always come back with "We need to straighten things out" or something else non-definitional. Once we try to talk about it, it ends with me being a bad daughter and not showing you the respect you deserve, not doing enough around the house, not being pleasant and on and on and on. After you've promised me help, you retract it because we conflict. You need me to be everything you want me to be and nothing that I actually am in order to follow through. I can't be everything you want me to be, I do not agree with you in most matters, I have different points of view and I am not Grace or Lisa. Things do not fall into my lap. I am not good at everything, and the things I am good at are not flukes. It doesn't just happen. I work just as hard as you do and I will not compromise myself or my feelings anymore.