Hey Mom,
Happy Mother’s Day first and foremost because like you always said “give me the good news first, so that the bad news won't bother me so much”. So with that being said, I love you with all my heart and soul and thank you so much for being there for me. I have two confessions that I must get off my chest. I thanked you earlier for being there for me, but I feel like what I have done I know you would not only disapprove of but disown me altogether. The first confession I want to reveal is that although I am in my final semester of my Senior year at Chattanooga State, I am not attending under the same course of study that you wanted me in, which you wanted me to become a lawyer like you. I have chosen another course of study: Psychology. Yes mother, psychology. I know, I know, you always said that being a counselor to 'weirdos' as you called them, would not be a very lucrative career for me. Well mom, being a counselor to people whom you believe do not fit into the status quo is what I love to do because I do not particularly fit in either. The dollar amount is a decent salary for a counselor and I am confident I will survive. I also remember you saying that if I ever did decide to switch to another major, then you would cut me off financially. I used to be scared of not being able to survive if you stopped giving me money, but after working one full- time job and two part-time gigs, applying for a few scholarships and a private loan so that I can pay for my own college tuition and books. I switched to my major of choice when I was in my junior year and even though it set me back on graduation a few months, I am so glad that I made this decision. I do believe that right about now your reading this letter, breathing a sigh of relief because you are fully aware that there are far worse things to confess. However, as I mentioned in the beginning of this letter, I have two confessions, and I am sure you are already anticipating the second confession. The second confession that I must to tell you is that I am transitioning from man to woman. Going to college has had such a huge impact on me as far as accepting myself for who I am and not be ashamed anymore. Growing up under your roof mom, you didn't leave much room for me to embrace my individuality. You dragged me to church and forced religion down my throat, along with your church friends. You made me feel like being different was a sin, and that I was wrong to have these feelings. Even when I tried to talk to you about what I'm feeling, you would rush to the phone and call pastor and the other church members and start a prayer/fast to do what pastor calls 'Pray the gay away'. Just like school, you had your hand in my personal life as well, playing match maker with the women in our church. Your trying so hard to make me be the ideal young man that any mother would want their son to be, and I am sorry that I haven't exceeded your expectations. Mom, this is who I am and I cannot go back to pretending that I am happy when I am not, even if you are happy.
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Victoria Gray
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My Mom's Boss
Dear Mother, First off let me say that you are by no means a bad mother. I love you and I know that you were always there for me to help me through my rough times. That is why I could never tell you this in person, and I felt the need to write this to you instead. Remember the job you had retired from. Calco Industries? Well, they always had those work parties; it never mattered what holiday it was, whether it be Christmas or a co worker's birthday, we were always invited to something that was worth celebrating at your job. Anyway, there was one particular party that was quite different from the rest, the Summer party. I had just graduated high school and I was a little depressed at the time because all of my friends had graduated and had been accepted to colleges across the country. I had not been accepted to none. My C-average didn't speak volumes to any of the college recruiters as my counselor explained, and every application that I filled out was rejected. Even worse, My boyfriend had broken up with me because he was accepted to a college and his parents convinced him to break it off with me and get him someone that was more on "his level". You knew all of this mom, and you were very encouraging. You gave me suggestions about summer school and attending the community college. I'll always love you for that. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. At this Summer Party, your old boss, Mr. Hathaway approached me at the punch bowl. We started talking and I was telling him about my situation. Why was I telling him this in the first place, I dont know. I felt vulnerable and desperately needed male attention, and Mr. Hathaway was ready and willing to provide that for me. He told me I was so pretty, gorgeous even, like I shouldn't be worried about college. He told me that I needed to get into modeling. He made me smile and laugh that day, which is what I really needed at the time. We exchanged numbers at the Summer party and everyday after that we called each other everyday. Me and Mr. Hathaway a.k.a Rick, as he insisted that I call him, were getting really close. The first time we slept together seemed like the best night of my life; I really thought that this relationship was in fact the real deal in spite of him being your boss and also being married. Rick said that he would leave his wife to start a new life with me, and we would tell you when the time is right. I was so in love with him mom. Three months had passed since we started our affair at that Summer party, but as the months went on though, I noticed changes in Rick. He texted me non stop, throughout the day and sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. If I didn't answer his text, He would show up at the house claiming to have some paperwork to go over with you, but he really was there to see me. He would demand to see me and when we did meet up, he wanted to sleep with me. If I refused, he would threaten to tell you, which I could never let happen. This has been going on for a year now, and now I am three months pregnant and Rick wants an abortion. I knew I couldn't keep this secret affair with your boss long without you knowing.
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