Letter #2
156 Words
Letter #2
Dear Mom,
I don’t blame you.
But I am angry at you.
You didn’t understand that there was actually a problem here. And maybe I didn’t explain it. But you didn’t try. Instead you put me into a box. And of course I pulled away.
Why did you have to make me your confidant but I couldn’t make you mine? I hope you know that I think you’re weak. And if you weren’t going to escape… And I saw no room for it… Then I made my choice.
The prospect of death sounds a lot better than spending another day under that roof. A note for next time… Don’t depend on a minor to be your therapist. I had enough s**t going on without yours, thanks.
Thanks for the half-arsed parenting.
Love
Your dead daughter.
- Writer
