I have known you since the day I was born. I've always looked up to you, until today. You degrade me with your never-ending comments of how I was wrong or how I should treat my boyfriend differently. I am done with feeling like I have to be nice to you because that is the respectful thing to do. But, I’m 20 years old now and for some reason, you still make me feel as young as possible.

Without you trying to learn or care, I grew up very independent. I don’t need people to spoon feed me or tell me what to do. I’m not even that much younger than you. I am very mature for my age, I don’t revolve my life around drinking or drugs. I really don’t understand the point. I just know in 10 years from now, I will make progress in the world, instead of constantly going backward.

I am finally happy with where I am, and you’re the only person who can’t see it. You think I am a malicious girlfriend to my wonderful boyfriend. But, I’m not even close to that. I am so grateful for him and I tell him that every day because he deserves the world and I can’t believe he wanted me. Since you think it’s OK to talk about me to him, go ahead and ask him. He will say our relationship is balanced and full of love, as it should be. He isn’t settling with me, which is something you should take a note of.

You didn't only attack that piece of my life, but you attacked my family too. You have buried yourself in your own lies and forgot what family is. You think everyone is out to get you and that they always have intentions to hurt you, but they don't. They love you and you can't see that either.

We used to be really great friends, I’m really not sure what happened. You used to defend me, but I guess our age difference made me more of a target. I’m not a little girl anymore, I know the difference between joking and being disrespectful. I can take a hit, but you’re going to have to prepare yourself too. I can defend myself. I have a voice and I refuse to sit in silence when you attack me. You never asked about how I am. You just judge my family and my relationship. You have no idea who I am. You never met me. You just created your own little version of who you think I am. But I’m not weak, I don’t tolerate disrespect, and I am not your friend.