My Unsent Letter

Anonymous Feelings

How am I supposed to live happily in this house with a bunch of lunatics that only think of themselves and are stuck in a twentieth century way of life? Maybe there is something to be learned from this situation rather than something to be forced out of me like a prune getting its last bit of juice. There isn't much love left in my heart for people who ignore other people like they don't exist. We're going to need something a bit more sustainable than a sack full of cash to keep us closer together because this love is conditional based on where we are all coming from in life. They are coming from the hills and we are coming from the pavement. Why can't they see that their children do not swing from trees saying ooh ooh look at what that girl is wearing ahh ahh what time will my husband and kids be home in time for dinner. I need them to open their eyes and see us for what we are because I'm tired of explaining myself to sore kneecaps and dry eyes. Let it be known that my parents forced me away from Philadelphia and dragged me back to New York City to help them finish raising their two daughters and I had no interest, say or pay in the matter. I should have stayed my ass on campus and at least done an internship or two. There's no way to explain how angry I am at my parents for being and raising such duds. What reason was there to ask me back home when you already have all these issues with your husband? Misery needs company you soggy bitch. Couldn't you go out and have an affair like Olivia Pope asked you to, at least twice a week. No. You had to be apart of a nosy ass church and a nosy ass block and have a bunch of nosy ass non friends who would never help you, them nor I with any endeavor we bring up. It's not even sad, it's gross the way you don't love your youngest daughter and you laugh, and mock and let everyone join in on the pain because why not have a party and invite other people to help you kick her while she is down. ACS should have taken her away from y'all for negligence, but how proud you are to have two graduates so you can look down on everyone else in the social worker's office, right? Too bad one of them is psychyo.