As a medical professional, I feel compelled to address a critical issue that has persisted within our household dynamics. This communication is directed towards you, Gender Unit and Adolescent. It is imperative to discuss the ongoing situation regarding the inappropriate handling of my personal belongings.
I acknowledge that I have been somewhat passive in allowing the degradation of my possessions, primarily due to my failure to establish clear boundaries from the outset. Reflecting on this, I realize that I did attempt to set certain parameters, yet they were disregarded.
It should be self-evident that my belongings hold equal value to everyone else’s. In fact, my personal items are quite limited. When we transitioned from Atlanta to Philadelphia, it became glaringly obvious how few of my possessions were truly mine—merely four boxes of literature and two seasons of clothing. And let’s not entertain the notion that “household items” belong to me; dismissing that notion is crucial as it perpetuates outdated stereotypes.
Consider the past when I acquired a new vehicle, only to have its pristine exterior marred by a bicycle’s metal handlebars. Or when I entrusted the car to someone, and it returned with a cracked windshield. Furthermore, there have been instances where tiny hands have transformed the interior into a canvas of chaos. It is a testament to my affection that both of you remain unharmed.
I have witnessed premium body wash vanish as if it were mere water, the Talenti gelato erased from existence due to claims of delay in consumption, my iPad commandeered, my headphones misappropriated, my nail polish ruined, and my last Diet Coke consumed overnight.
To add insult to injury, my Netflix profile has been inundated with content I do not watch, and my name has been altered to “Gigantic Giggles.” As someone who values refined taste, the thought of people believing I willingly watch anime is intolerable. Additionally, both of you are aware that I despise the name Giggles, preferring Liz or Mother. This is no laughing matter, as Netflix continuously observes and evaluates my viewing habits, and your actions are jeopardizing my future recommendations.
I have tolerated this unreciprocated sharing for too long, but there is one matter that I will no longer tolerate: the interference with my Nutella. It is mine—every spoonful belongs to me. Nutella is the embodiment of my happiness, and no one is permitted to consume or even gaze upon it. There shall be no Nutella on waffles, no Nutella with toast, and absolutely no finger dipping. In your universe, Nutella does not exist.
I refuse to conceal my Nutella or consume it in secrecy. Everyone else’s items are accessible, and I expect the same respect in return. Should I forget to replenish my own Nutella, a dire consequence awaits if you dare to touch the Tostitos queso. Consider this your explicit warning regarding the seriousness of this situation.
Thank you both for your understanding. I love you—though my affection for Nutella is non-negotiable.
Sincerely,
Gigantic Giggles
In Summary
It is essential to establish clear boundaries regarding personal belongings to maintain harmony within the household. Open communication about the significance of each individual’s possessions fosters respect and understanding.
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