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Dear mom,
I know you hate me. I know you hate the way I dress. You hate the way I talk. You hate the way I look. You hate my friend(the only one I have). You hate me. And I’m fine with that, because I have trouble loving you too.
I know this is true, I’m not just guessing. I’ve seen texts you’ve sent to people (whoops I looked through ur phone) and I’ve been told by my brothers what you tell them. That you think I’m a brat and that I’m horrible. I know you compare me to my practically perfect cousin. You said to my aunt “your so lucky. there’s not a mean bone In her skinny body”. I know you think I’m fat. You are so condescending and patronizing it hurts. And I’m fine that you have me, but it still hurts knowing how you feel about me (your own daughter).
And don’t even get me started on our differing political views. If you knew I was a lesbian, and apart of the lgbtq+community, you would probably disown me. If you knew I hated trump and supported the blm movement, you would hate me even more. But let’s not get caught up on that.
I love dad more then you and I’m so glad you’re divorced. You talk so much sh*t about him, and then you call yourself the good parent. News flash, you’re not. You’re catty and toxic and I hate being around you. But you’re my mom. I still love you. Sort of. You make my life h*ll but I still care about you.
I have 3 years. Three years before I can move away because I’m an adult. And I can barely wait. I can’t wait till I get to leave.
I’ll get a tattoo and finally be happy. Because you aren’t a good mom all you do is make me feel sad and terrible about myself.
Please have a good life, forget about me when I leave. Because I will try to forget about you. Of course no one can erase years of what feels like h*ll.
Sincerely,
The daughter you hate.
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