Wow. Really, you are absolutely pathetic. I’m mostly disgusted and annoyed, but there’s some pity in there too. You’re in your 50s but you are acting like an obsessed 13 year old. Ok, those stories were fun to write for a while. When I, myself, was a teenager, it was a way for me to deal with the stress of high school and I enjoyed it. But come on. It’s been ten freaking years and I have grown up. I’m married. I have a life outside of the internet and writing silly self-fulfilling stories. Here you are telling me that you think about them all the time, almost 24/7, and you’re still expecting me to get excited about your lame ideas and join in.

I have too much to do and if I’m going to write, I’m going to write an original story without your input. Y’know, something not based in a pre-existing fictional world with mary=sue characters and tons of cliches. But I hardly ever write anymore because you ruined it for me when you started guilting me for writing anything of my own and not letting you participate.

You have serious freaking issues. Start acting like the 50 YEAR OLD ADULT THAT YOU ARE. How about, go get a job, go spend some time with your husband, go clean your house or find a book to read. LEAVE ME ALONE AND DROP THIS STUPID CRAP ALREADY! You pathetic idiot!

But the sad thing is I’ll never have the guts to say this to you. I’ll just keep quiet, nod and smile, and let myself get guilted into participating in your lame little story project when I really couldn’t care less.