No control

Life goes on despite all your faults.
I can't control your moods. I can't control your attitudes. You asked for my advice, what I thought. You choose not to take my advice. You know every thing. You're stubborn, pig headed, an obnoxious know it all.
You'll show me I'm sure. Pack your bag and stomp triumphantly out the door, do not worry about any thing.
Selfish and boorish.
I told you that your problems run deeper than a room that needs cleaning. The lack of trust and any respect you thought you had due you, are over. You got told. And you suffer the consequences.
Jill
8/25/12