Dear Person who caused me the most pain,
I hear you talking about me to others. You're a coward because you could never confront me. You don't say anything directly to me because you know you are wrong. You know all the pain you have caused me and don't want to hear it. You'd rather act the victim and pretend I'm the one who caused it all.
But you're not stupid. You know what you have done. You know that the root of evil comes from you and not from me. You try to convince others of the opposite as vehemently as you try to convince yourself. You know a mother is not supposed to hate a daughter but you can't help it. All that shit you do, it's called guilt. You're ashamed of you're feelings. Still, that's no reason to take it out on me. Everyone believes me to be a bitch, when I have done nothing but cry myself to sleep because my mother hates me. So many times I envied my cousin. I would rather be live with the pain of a dead mother than a mother who hates me. You used your discipline program as a way to take out your anger on me. The wounds you left on my body may have disappeared but I never forgot them.
I do blame you for most of it. At some point I hated you too. I did contribute to a lot of what is wrong with us today. I have no time for any of that now. What you did was fucked up, and I still suffer for it. But I need to move on. I need to move on with my life. I can't let your damage slow me down. I have a life to live, and I won't let you stop me anymore.
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