Dear father of my boyfriend,

It was rude of you to invite yourself to my first-ever world's race. In case you didn't notice, there was NO INVITATION on my part for you to come. Maybe (ya think?) because I didn't want you to come. Nor do I like that you felt that your slug of a son, brother to my boyfriend, who will not contribute anything worthwhile to this world, could come along as well. All he did was eat and sleep the whole time. And by what reasoning did you come to the conclusion that 4 of you and 2 of us leads to a 50/50 split in food costs? Maybe it's just because you're too self-centered and cheap to give up a few euros to umm, pay your fair share.

I would also like to point out that you're amazingly clingy. You act like my ex-boyfriend, the one I left because he had to follow me everywhere, and I had no time to myself. What I needed most in my race preparations was to be left alone! You also feel the need I have noticed for continuous reassurance that you're "better" in whatever way. And yes, my dad's pictures are better than yours. But then he doesn't go around showing every single one he's taken either. What, are you in kindergarten? Nobody needs 3 BMW's either, so why do you have 3? And why do you feel the need to have the coolest, latest gadget? If you could have the dedication to take care of one thing well, you wouldn't need to get all the little things nobody really needs.

What kind of horrible person are you to make your wife work 40 hours a week, AND do all the housework when you're a successful doctor who on your salary could easily cover everything financially? There's no need for your wife to work all that much. And I have NEVER seen you do the dishes once! Are you soap-and-water phobic?

One last thing. Nobody wants to be constantly lectured. I'm glad you think you know a lot. But really? I knew that the temperature of water up here at 5500 feet would never reach 212 F. I'm getting a degree in Mech Eng and BOTH my parents are engineers. I know my ****. I don't need to be taught it again. And by the way, you're wrong A LOT. And it doesn't take a brainiac to know what a distributor cap in an old car is.

And stop making Adrian and I feel like we're supposed to be getting married or something. Being together for...almost 2.5 years now does not mean we're engaged. I have dated for that long before, only to break up. You have no influence at all over anything that happens between he and I.

I have decided from now on to not visit you, and not tell you what I have qualified for or where I am racing. You're the last person I want there.

Sincerely,

Aubrey