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You don't know me. And I don't really know you, either. But at least I don't pretend I do. I don't pretend that the side of you I'm most familiar with is the true and only side of you. I know that the things I hear the most about you, the disapproving words and tone of your voice on any subject related to me, the inability to see any kind of good at all in my whole existance, I know that isn't the only things you consist of. Surprising, isn't it? Because you, who does not know me, still managed to place a judgement on me that is based on my age, the place where I live, a few pictures on me and the fact that I am in a relationship with your daughter. And what a judgement it is. Not a single good word on my name. She says you don't know me. "Correct," you say. You do not want to get to know me. You do not wish to come any closer to me or accomplish anything I've done good to your daughter. No. You just keep on thinking of me like the scum I am in your eyes, what I've been from the start. Not a single chance I've had to improve that. Never any opportunity to approach you, to have some sort of communication with you. I do not speak your language but I'd be willing to take the difficult ways to solve everything and talk things out, but I'm not allowed to. You don't know me. You don't want to get to know me. You do not wish to acknowledge that I play a part in your daughter's life. That I play a part in your life that way. You think we'll give up on each other this way, and you think that is better. You think we cannot work out together, and that is why you threathen to call the police on me should we meet again.
... wow.
That sure makes so much sense. Go ahead and call the police. I'm such a criminal for meeting up with someone while I'm 18 and she isn't, right? Like, how the fuck do you dare to fall in love. Consent? What the heck, I don't care you scumbag. Such a piece of shit, I should go to prison already. Locked up forever so you can go on with your life and everything can be as it was before. Is that what you really want? For me to disappear forever? And do you honestly think that'd make everything okay? That she'd be fine? That she would look at you the same as before? Do you think you would be a happy family? Do you?
"Maybe I would've let you meet her, but now..."
That's what you said after someone bursted into things that weren't their business to begin with, and she confessed to you. You said that. And I don't believe you. No. From the moment she told you about me you immediately made it clear that you wouldn't let her meet me. You made it clear many more times. Never a single word about me that wasn't spoken in that tone of your voice that makes clear you couldn't possibly think any less of me. And then you're acting as if there was a chance we would've met up if we hadn't already done it secretly? Lies.
I can understand that you hate me because of what I've caused, but she's right. If you really had such a strong bond with her, how could such a mistake break it like that? It makes no sense. And "I hate this girl" isn't a reason to call the police on someone. Or no. "This woman". You call me a woman because I am 18. Because people immediately change into fully mature adults the second they turn 18, right? When she turns 18 you better treat her like a woman because if you are even going to try to stop her from doing what she wants I'm going to become really, really angry. What are you gonna do then? Call the police again? Those people have better stuff to do, you know.
And now you call me a stranger. You know what a stranger is? Someone you don't know, don't care about. No feelings for them, positive or negative. For a stranger, you care an awful lot about my existence. I don't remember you trying to call the cops on any stranger your daughter meets. I wonder what this situation would be like if I was 17. Or if I lived closer. Or if I was just a friend. But seriously. I met her more than once and she's still alive. I think you figured I'm not dangerous by now. Why do you care so much if I meet her, even if it's at an international event? I don't get it. You say you don't believe this will work out. But it's her life. She has to decide what relationships work for her and what ones don't. One day you won't have control over her anymore and then your restrictions are no longer. This relationship works. No, it isn't easy. But this works for us. We're happy when we're together, but it seems you are so determined to ruin the life of a "stranger" and your own daughter. Is it really worth it, you think? What do you hope to reach?
If you hate me, that's fine. I can live with that. It's sad, but it happens. But if you hating me means I am not allowed to meet up with my girlfriend for three years then yes, I do care an awful lot. All I can hope is that when she tries again, you will listen and think. This isn't making anything any better. At all. And the sooner you see that, the better.

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You don't know me. And I don't really know you, either. But at least I don't pretend I do. I don't pretend that the side of you I'm most familiar with is the true and only side of you. I know that the things I hear the most about you, the disapproving words and tone of your voice on any subject related to me, the inability to see any kind of good at all in my whole existance, I know that isn't the only things you consist of. Surprising, isn't it? Because you, who does not know me, still managed to place a judgement on me that is based on my age, the place where I live, a few pictures on me and the fact that I am in a relationship with your daughter. And what a judgement it is. Not a single good word on my name. She says you don't know me. "Correct," you say. You do not want to get to know me. You do not wish to come any closer to me or accomplish anything I've done good to your daughter. No. You just keep on thinking of me like the scum I am in your eyes, what I've been from the start. Not a single chance I've had to improve that. Never any opportunity to approach you, to have some sort of communication with you. I do not speak your language but I'd be willing to take the difficult ways to solve everything and talk things out, but I'm not allowed to. You don't know me. You don't want to get to know me. You do not wish to acknowledge that I play a part in your daughter's life. That I play a part in your life that way. You think we'll give up on each other this way, and you think that is better. You think we cannot work out together, and that is why you threathen to call the police on me should we meet again.
... wow.
That sure makes so much sense. Go ahead and call the police. I'm such a criminal for meeting up with someone while I'm 18 and she isn't, right? Like, how the fuck do you dare to fall in love. Consent? What the heck, I don't care you scumbag. Such a piece of shit, I should go to prison already. Locked up forever so you can go on with your life and everything can be as it was before. Is that what you really want? For me to disappear forever? And do you honestly think that'd make everything okay? That she'd be fine? That she would look at you the same as before? Do you think you would be a happy family? Do you?
"Maybe I would've let you meet her, but now..."
That's what you said after someone bursted into things that weren't their business to begin with, and she confessed to you. You said that. And I don't believe you. No. From the moment she told you about me you immediately made it clear that you wouldn't let her meet me. You made it clear many more times. Never a single word about me that wasn't spoken in that tone of your voice that makes clear you couldn't possibly think any less of me. And then you're acting as if there was a chance we would've met up if we hadn't already done it secretly? Lies.
I can understand that you hate me because of what I've caused, but she's right. If you really had such a strong bond with her, how could such a mistake break it like that? It makes no sense. And "I hate this girl" isn't a reason to call the police on someone. Or no. "This woman". You call me a woman because I am 18. Because people immediately change into fully mature adults the second they turn 18, right? When she turns 18 you better treat her like a woman because if you are even going to try to stop her from doing what she wants I'm going to become really, really angry. What are you gonna do then? Call the police again? Those people have better stuff to do, you know.
And now you call me a stranger. You know what a stranger is? Someone you don't know, don't care about. No feelings for them, positive or negative. For a stranger, you care an awful lot about my existence. I don't remember you trying to call the cops on any stranger your daughter meets. I wonder what this situation would be like if I was 17. Or if I lived closer. Or if I was just a friend. But seriously. I met her more than once and she's still alive. I think you figured I'm not dangerous by now. Why do you care so much if I meet her, even if it's at an international event? I don't get it. You say you don't believe this will work out. But it's her life. She has to decide what relationships work for her and what ones don't. One day you won't have control over her anymore and then your restrictions are no longer. This relationship works. No, it isn't easy. But this works for us. We're happy when we're together, but it seems you are so determined to ruin the life of a "stranger" and your own daughter. Is it really worth it, you think? What do you hope to reach?
If you hate me, that's fine. I can live with that. It's sad, but it happens. But if you hating me means I am not allowed to meet up with my girlfriend for three years then yes, I do care an awful lot. All I can hope is that when she tries again, you will listen and think. This isn't making anything any better. At all. And the sooner you see that, the better.