i feel as though for too long i've had to put up with all of the things being said about me. i've respected them as his parents but they have never respected me for what i am to their son. all the nice things they do for me have not gone unnoticed but they could never justify all of the judgements and words they throw at me even if they don't know that i'm hearing it all. even their son doesn't like having to hear it but they just talk and talk. i wish they would see how little they help, how pushing me into the ground does not work when it comes to cheering their son up. it only gives him more of a burden, more hurtful words that he has to try and hide from me. but they always come out in fights and when he's had a hard day and wants to tell me what is on his mind. for so long i have dealt with the stabs and the digs and the assumptions. i understand why he feels the need to tell me about it all, but he should also feel the need to step up and tell them what he thinks about it all. he tells me with his parents, the only thing that would change their minds is if i proved myself to them. he even told me to talk to them, sit them down and tell them how i feel about their son so that maybe their minds might change. but i don't feel as though i deserve to have these things thought about me one way or another. he likes to say that the difference between his parents and mine is that his care a lot and that's why they say so much. but my parents care about me to but never resort to throwing him under the bus when we have our problems. that's not called caring, that's called judging and i'm always the victim of it. i want the chance to defend myself. i don't want to disrespect by speaking my mind, but i'm a person too and i deserve to be thought of as one. i deserve to not be judged behind my back. the whole family does it and when it comes to him, i'm the one that's in the wrong. their son is never wrong, and i'm not asking them to see when he is. i'm asking them to see when i'm not, because in their eyes it's always my fault. i'm so tired of it. i want to say something. but i'm not sure if i should. i don't want this deep rooted tension between his family and me for the rest of our lives. i didn't think there ever would be, but they sure do talk a lot...