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Dear Mom: I Refuse to See you as Evil
I remember one of the first times I looked at you like maybe you were the Devil. Ignited by the Y2K disaster hype, you flew me to the south of France, liquored me up in an old castle filled with strange adults and bade me tap dance for them like a monkey. Later that night on my way to the bathroom, you disappeared behind a wooden door in the castle dark and leapt out at my drunk and disoriented form. When my soul returned to my body, I looked up to see a glint of satisfaction in your eyes; a monolith giggling at my terror and skipped heart beats.
By Zuri the Dreamer4 years ago in Families
A Lesson Too Well Learned
Dear Mom, I wonder if this will ever find you. Perhaps if I go outside one evening after it has rained and the forest fire season is behind us, although that day seems far off right now, and set the pages of this letter alight and pray that its essence will reach out to you it might. Maybe. You’ve been gone from my life and this world for nearly twenty years now, but I still find my thoughts slipping down side paths that lead you.
By Jim Richards4 years ago in Families
Dear Mom, I Am Sorry I Lied
Dear Mom, I once lied to you. Yes, only once. It was not because I did not respect you, because I always did respect you very much. However, I did not know what answer you wanted and I wanted to connect with you, so I took a chance on answering the question the way I thought maybe you wanted to bond. I have always regretted this because I wonder if I told you the truth if we still could have bonded. I often wonder if you were disappointed in me and you just handed it the best way you could, or if you had just wanted the best for me and wanted to make sure I was making the right choices. That day, at that moment, I felt like an adult and that you were treating me like an adult and that we were bonding not only as mother and daughter but as the best of friends as well. At that moment it felt good, but after I wondered if I should have told you the truth, Even years later I still think about this and wonder if I was wrong. Why that day did you ask me this question out of the blue? What did you want my answer to me? I hope that you understand my reasons for the lied I told you, I am sorry that I lied to you, I never lied to you again or even before that. And even though there was a good reason I felt wrong for lying to you. The worse part of it was that when these things actually did happen in my life, I was unable to come to you in that way to talk to you about them. That is the moment that I realizes that I had messed up. That is a moment or moments that should have truly been a real bonding moment for us and because I had not been honest with you, I was not able to come and tell you myself when things happened to me or in my life. I did not know if you were hiding back or if we could talk like friends. I feel like I took that moment and ruined it. And I feel like I took that moment from you as well as myself. I often think about how I would tell you when something was happening to me, and how I would tell you.
By Amanda J Mollett4 years ago in Families
Birthright
Hey, Mom. I never told you this before, but... You should paint again. You should write again. Somewhere along the way, your voice was smashed almost into oblivion underneath callous hands that didn’t know how to cherish you like you deserved. And, kneeling, you picked up and cradled those shards of yourself in your arms while you cradled us. And pieces of you fell along your journey forward trudging into the future to give us the best life possible. I’m sure you longed to have those pieces back but you left them behind so that you had more time to work, more time to give us things you thought we should have, not caring that while our smiles brightened yours dimmed, the watts carefully drained to power the brilliance of our dreams instead of yours.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Families
Half of me is You
Half of Me is You Mom, I feel like every day I want to find the right words to tell you how you’ve impacted my whole life. In so many ways, I’m just like you and in all the rest I aspire to be. I hope that by now you know how much I love you. I hope that even though I tend to be a bit monotone that you have felt my support. Especially recently. March 29th was one of the scariest days that I can ever remember living through.
By Joella Daniela4 years ago in Families
Risks
The descriptive word for the feeling of love is different for everyone. Euphoria, caring, ecstatic, bliss, tranquil. It varies for every individual. For me; it’s tunnel. The chaos, the stress, the anxiety- it all disappears. All I see is them and all I feel is adoration.
By Sarai Mikhel4 years ago in Families
Losing the role of Mother
Several years ago, I made a decision that ruined my life for what it seems like is a lifetime. I was living in an apartment with my three young children and my fiance for a long time but that was all going to change. My fiance ended up getting a DUI and having to go to jail for a long time. Now either I could remain in the apartment and make it work somehow with my girls and I or move back in with my parents. My mom thought it was pointless to live alone with the girls when I could just move back in with them and have "help". I have mental health issues and chronic pain so I could use the extra help I thought... I was going through different medicines trying to figure out the right combinations and wasn't having a lot of luck. So I moved in.
By Stephanie Lynn4 years ago in Families
