Dear Mother,
You know, I'm getting tired. From everything. To put it bluntly, I'm tired of living with you. It might sound horrible, but it's the truth.
I hate how you get so angry over the most insignificant little things. I hate how you put so much on me, and expect so much of me. You think every other "Family is perfect", where the kids aren't so messed up or depressed. Where the kids obediently do everything, without having to be asked. Where they wake up every single day and don't feel even a little tired. Where they are always on time for school, and rarely ever miss a single day. For most, it's not a reality. Not like you'd know, of course, because everything in your perfect little world goes the way you want it to.
Well, maybe you should consider all of the problems you and I have as a family. You never attempt to just calmly talk about anything, or go about doing things in a nice manner. You think it's so easy being a transmale? You think it's easy to just "Get over" certain things, yet you say so yourself, you'd never dare to try. You know it just as well as I do, what our problems are. I have insomnia, depression, and a worsening urge to get rid of the stress and anxiety that won't go away. You. Aren't. Helping.
And so what if the dog is acting like a dog? He's a pup. What more could you ask of him? You yell and scream at him, yet he doesn't understand you. You make it worse. And then you go and tell me to straighten up and do a better job of training him? You always short-cut it, and do a lazy job. It has been I taking him out everyday, and hand feeding him so we can rid him of his food aggression. I have been crate training him, and teaching him more than you have even dared to try. So what if he occasionally whines or wants some attention? He's a pup. And I can't lock him in my room because you don't feel like helping look after him. You can't keep him in his crate all day.
And you wonder why I stay in my room. It's my own space, and you aren't there to pick at me.
You want help with something? Come. And. Ask. Politely. Stop yelling and stomping about. It makes me not want to be around you. It makes the dog not want to be around you.
Why is it so hard for you to at least try to understand?