Gosh. I have many You's for one single person:
You! Don't invite me over to your house and take a nap while I'm there.
You! When I go to your house, I'm not there to babysit your stepgranddaughter. I'm 21. Stop saying I should play with a 7-year-old because she's "my size." (Yes, I'm short.)
You! Stop offering me bad, fatty, and sweet foods and asking me WHY I won't eat it. I already told you why.
You! Don't talk down to my parents about gambling. If they have the money, they can use it any way they want to. Don't tell me you "worked too hard for your money to gamble." Are you saying my parents didn't work for theirs?
You! Don't ask me when my parents are going to visit. Why don't you go visit them? They have a business to run. You don't.
You! Don't look down on people of races other than yours. If you haven't noticed, I'm not of your race either. If you talk about other people, I wonder if you talk about me behind my back too.
You! Why did you buy me "girly clothes" for my birthday when I told you I wanted the Walk Away The Pounds DVDs. If you're not going to buy what I want, then please do not ask.
You! Stop buying me child-sized Hello Kitty pajamas sets! It freaks your son out when I wear them to bed, some of them don't even fit, and I already have so many already--ALL FROM YOU!
You! Stop showing up unannounced. I'm not the best housekeeper in the world.
You! If you have no involvement in our financial situation (like giving us a few grand), please do not comment on it. We're not poor just because we don't want to buy stupid, expensive pictures from Bed Bath & Beyond. We just don't like stupid, expensive pictures!
You! Stop making your son hold his baby nephew. He clearly is uncomfortable holding infants. Stop pushing the baby onto his chest when he tries to push the baby away.
You! Whether or not I decide to have children is OUR CHOICE. Quit telling us that we should have children because they're "fun." It won't be so "fun" when we run out of money. And stop saying that you'll adopt our child. I'm not going to have a baby JUST to give it away. ******.
You! Stop planning my wedding! And NO, it's not going to be in your backyard! We're not even officially engaged yet!
You! Stop calling my cellphone, asking where your son is. You do this EVERYTIME. If you want to talk to him, call HIM, not ME.




MIND!
I'm not going to jump, just because you snap your fingers. 
