Temporary Solution

So after a lack of sleep and tons of anxiety, I sent my parents and sister an email:

Mom and Dad,

I do not understand why you must continue to stress me out, but you do. I hate medical school. I have not found anything in medicine I like. I have lost friends because of medical school. I am ONLY in medical school because you two won't shut up if I don't do what you say. I did not get a good score on the boards. I barely passed surgery.

Last week I thought I was going to keep the apartment to myself, but you stressed me out with the roomate situation. I stopped studying until I found one. Now you are stressing me out with rent, and I will not be able to study knowing that this is looming over my head. The landlord doesn't call you. He calls me and takes up my time and my energy and my life.

I am at my breaking point. If you continue to stress me out, I will have to go to the deans and tell them I need to take time off from medical school and possibly quit all-together. I am doing what you want. I don't want to do anything.

Sister called me the second she read the email to say that it was strong but good. Mom called me in the evening out of ear shot from dad telling me that I can't change people. He is the way he is. Just explain things to him and he will back off. She also tried to go on some tangent that would make the situation about her, but I cut her off.

Finally dad called. He played the Idiot card. Rather than call him out, I just called him an idiot. He is sending the other portion of the rent tomorrow.

Problem solved... for now.