I think I just lost my best friend forever and I don't think I will ever get him back. I am sorry that I was texting my dad to make us ham sandwiches and you just had to assume I was doing something else. You had no right to yell at me. My father knows your wrong, and I know your wrong. Your son told me that I should have texted my father in private so I wouldn't get in trouble but guess what, even when I did you still got mad and thought that you had the rights to send me home for making an assumption that I was playing games on my phone instead. You should have just asked, but your ego is to big and your head is up your ass to the point that you think your right when it comes to every damn situation but that it is not how it works. My father defended for me and I hope you understand this, I am also not happy with you yelling at my father. All these years you think it's me, me, me, me that is always the one out of me and Nat that has done something wrong. You think that your son does nothing wrong but he does. And that is the sad thing. I am glad I met. Your so when I was little and was able to grow a good strong friendship with him but I don't like it when you keep getting in the way of it. I hardly get to play with him. And this is what I get in return. You should let your son grow up and stop protecting him from so much because he isn't going to prepared for the future, and that will be your fault. (I have so much more to say but I am just gonna keep my damn mouth shut) ~OOA
