Yes, I do hate seeing you. How can you be surprised? You've really never reflected on how you act with me, never reflected on what my opinion of you might be after all these years? After 32 years, you still don't know how to give a compliment without making it completely backhanded. It's been 32 years of adding completely unnecessary stress to my life. 32 years of projecting onto me your regrets of what you didn't accomplish in your prime. 32 years of emotionally abusing my mother in front of my face. 32 years of seeing your love and worship of money bring us to ruins. 32 years of pointless, drawn out lectures over the smallest of trifles. 32 years of pretending that I like being related to you, that I respect you, that I love you.
You are the one and only black cloud hanging over my head. I should have done it long ago but was too weak. It feels liberating to shed you off, to rid myself of a lifetime of carrying your crosses.
Thanks for showing me by example what not to become.