I hate that people are afraid to be straight up with me.

I'm not going to break down solely because you ask me to clean something.

It has always driven me crazy that you won't just yell at me or confront me like you would your biological children.

It has always bothered me that in years past, she got yelled at for things that were actually my fault.

Everyone is terrified that, because I am on medications for my mental state, that confronting me is going to make me go suicidal or something.

I am not that fragile.

I can take a beating.

If I do something that upsets you, I would really absolutely love it if you came to me about it.

Will I ever tell you this? Probably not.

...But that is only because I type/write the words that I will never have the guts to say to your face.

I love you and I want to please you just like your real children want to.

In every other aspect you have treated me and loved me like them.

It would thrill me if, just once, one of you got mad at me and actually told me.

I love you.