The Hateful Mom

Dear Mom,

I don't know where to begin with all the hatred I've felt from you. I know you hate me, but I don't hate you. I sometimes wish I had a time machine, so I could go back, and place my infant self with a better family. You married a pedophile when I was still a child, and I tried to warn you about him, but he told me if I broke you up he would kill me. You never listened to me when I needed you the most. I even had moments, I wished you were not here anymore. You treated me and Teddy like dren, and you should have shown more love instead. I realize your job made it impossible for you to be there when you were needed most, but that's no excuse for everything that happened when you were there. I feel as though you allowed your husband to do what ever he wanted to do. I feel as though you wanted to see me cry instead of healed. Worst of all you tore my family apart knowing I did nothing wrong. You sat on the wrong side of every case. You told the court, that "there was no way your husband could be a pedophile, so I must be lying." You told the court, that "I killed my premature son" even though, you knew he was premature and born sick. You knew he was in and out of the hospital his whole life and still accused me. I am ashamed to call you my mother. You even went so far as to sit with the prosecution, and tell the courts, that "if they left my other children with me they would wind up dead too." I took these statements as a threat to my children's lives as though you would come and kill or cause harm to my children and then blame me for it. I signed for them to be adopted, so you could never be able to harm them especially not the way you harmed me. I wish I could be a part of their lives, and protect them, but I can't and I will forever blame you. My children have to grow up without their biological parents, and without knowing anything about where they came from and for that I blame you. Maybe, someday, hopefully, it's not too late, you'll learn how to be a good person, and what a good person is. You have not been a good person since I've known you, and your true colors have come to light. Maybe, your son will learn your true intentions. I really do pray you learn how to be a good person before somebody does something to you for anything you may have done to them. I also know about what you did out west when you said you were offered the witness protection program. I know you were not offered the witness protection program, and you married and changed your last name because you were running from what you didn't want anyone to know. Most other truck drivers would have turned themselves in stating that it was only an accident, but for you it was no accident. I also know you lied to me about so much more. I recently learned on 23&me that you lied about when your mom died or my birthday or maybe both because someone sent me the obituary of your moms death. I also learned that both you and dad lied about having Native American DNA, and I told him either I'm not his child or he's not Native American.

Yuley Burrow