 

I go to an online school now, and my aunt got a job there too. Receptionist I think. Teachers there are not required to put grades in as soon as an assignment is done, so completed assignments may go ungraded for 4-5 days. Near the end of each semester my aunt would get very pushy, and it was a little annoying, but still tolerable and understandable because from her end, she saw all these ungraded assignments. The really annoying part is that she would tell my mom, my mom would get mad, and then argue with me about how I'm lying to her. After a few more days, the grades would show up, and everyone would be happy again. 2 semesters in, I talked to my aunt about not believing the initial grade, and giving it another few days. Nothing changed for the next 3 semesters. This last one, she caused the biggest fight between my mother and I. That night I just took my daily and raced around some back roads for a few hours, came home, and stayed up til 1 am in my shop. Later that day I confronted my aunt, over text because she’s an hour away and didn’t feel like enough of a dick to call her during her working hours.

Me: **You need to stop dragging mom into your disbelief of my grades. I'm sick and fucking tired of fighting with her every single grading period because you tell her I'm failing classes and not doing shit. I understand it's part of your job to let her know, but try doing what you said you’d do, and give whatever grade you're seeing a shred of doubt before you go getting mom mad at me. This is the fifth time I've dealt with this bullshit.**

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Her immediate response: **Stop acting like a 7 year old so I don't have to and we won't keep having these conversations. Because u do have an F in math. And you are going to have to take it again. Your fine in English and I told her that too. Trust me kid, you ate not the only one tired of thessle conversations. I want nothing more than to let you go. Sorry that I don't want you to fail. It's hard to watch and I cry a lot when you do.**

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**I have a better idea. I am done. You're 17, you have it all figured out. I love you and i always will, but I am not your parent and this has ruined our friendship. So I am done. If you want help you can ask. Things have gotten too complicated and messy.**

**And I think that we shouldn't talk for the next week so we can both cool off. That's best.**

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The spelling is exactly as it was in the texts. And it may not be necessary information, but she is an obese and single 30 year old living in a house paid for by my grandma and spends her paychecks on The Sims and City Skylines. Drives a Hyundai Sonata bought using my grandpa’s money, and has an anxious dog that she feeds pot pills to. I work on a farm and own a mustang, sunfire, and continental and plan on buying and restoring an old run down house after college. 

The only reason I put that in is to vent a little bit.