
Dear Momma,
I know you tried.
I know you loved us.
I know you had the best intentions.
I know you would never leave me.
I know you would never choose a man over me.
I know we mean the world to you.
I know when we moved in with him, it was because you thought he loved you. I know when you stopped coming to my competitions, it was because you needed to make money. I know when you took me out of baton twirling, it was because it got to be too expensive. I know when you stopped coming to have lunch with me at school, it was because you had to work. I know when you were asleep when I got home from school, it was because you were exhausted. I know you worked all those hours because he refused to get a job. I know you tried.
I know when I found you in the backyard, it was because the pain almost won. I know you never meant to scar me. I know you didn't mean to end my childhood. I know it had just become too much. I know you've kept the promise that I made you make that day. I know you didn't want to leave us. I know you loved us.
I know when I started dating that boy, you told me not to. I also know you put me on birth control because you knew you couldn't stop a teenager from being a teenager. I know you were too busy to notice how badly he was affecting me. I know when all the walls came crashing down, you didn't mean to break my trust. I know you only took his side because it would keep a roof over our head. You only listened to him to keep us safe, right? I know you defended his son to keep the peace. I know you threw the chair because it hurt you to betray me like that. I know you had the best intentions.
I know when we moved out of his house, it was hard on you. I know when we drank all night long, you drank to forget. I know when we drank all night long, I drank for you. I know the money didn't get any better when we moved out. I know our drinking didn't help the money. I know you didn't mean to turn me to alcoholism. I know when you found me in my room that night, covered in blood and incoherent, you blamed yourself. I know you didn't know they would lock you out when you went out for a smoke break. I know you would have visited me while I was getting help if you could have. I know you would never leave me.
I know I wasn't the same when I got out of the hospital. I know the weeks without my income had driven us into a financial hole. I know he was the only person you had while I was gone. I know you needed somewhere to go when we got evicted. I know there was nowhere else for you to go. I know he promised you he would change. I know you only went back to put a roof over your head. You only went back because you needed to, right? You wouldn't choose a man over me, right? I know you would never choose a man over me.
I know you didn't mean to spend less and less time with your granddaughter. I know you didn't expect to become a grandmother. I know you didn't like her father. I know you didn't mean to make me feel isolated. I know you just want to live the life that having children never allowed you to live. You don't resent us, right? You don't wish I had never been born, do you? You love your granddaughter... Don't you? I know you do. I know we mean the world to you.
I know you would never choose a man over me.
I know you would never leave me alone.
I know you had the best intentions.
I know you loved us.
I know you tried.
Knowing all of these things, though, doesn't make the trauma hurt any less.
Sincerely,
Your baby girl.
About the Creator
Gypsie White
I've been writing since before I can remember. I've never had anything published. Honestly, I've never so much as allowed anyone to read what I've written. I've had several people tell me to write to process my emotions and trauma. So I am.



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