This is a letter for the 5 year old who didn't know any better.

I am here to give my immediate notice of resignation. Normally, you're supposed to give a two week notice but I don't care nor want to wait out the two weeks. With that said here is my resignation letter. Goodbye.

We're not 5 anymore, we're 32. No one is coming to save you. No one has ever been there to save you. If it feels like we are alone and everyone is against you, it's because they are. Not at 5 and certiainly not at 32. In fact over that 27 years, no one has actually been on our side. We've looked around over the years that everyone else had a person to stand with them for both bad and good times.

Us? No. Not at all. People have came and gone. Those people were not here to take your hand and tell you it will be okay. If they did, it was only long enough to take advantage of you. You can't say no. When you try, they will tell you; "I wasn't asking you. I was telling you." or they tell you that you do it the best or you need more practice on it. So, be a good girl and go on, and do it.

You try to express it's unfair. Everything is always dumped on you, you'll be told that's life. Suck it up. It's not attractive to cry and argue about it.

I'm sorry your feelings have never been vaild. I'm sorry you were never seen or heard. It's not your fault.

It's not your fault. Do you hear me? It's not your fault.

You've spent years trying to break free with no avail.

Guess what? 27 years later you don't need to "break free." We're currently writing our resignation letter. I am writing this to you, for you. To tell you we are no longer going to be pushed around anymore.

Can I tell you something that you should of known at 5? Remember when we were told that we shouldn't allow people to treat us poorly? Even if they meant well? Or to keep them around so we can say we have friends?

Well, if someone "meant well," they wouldn't treat you like that. Honestly, having no friends is better than being used, abused and being used as the escape goat.

Getting a dog is better than having to stay somewhere that you are not truly wanted. Much rather have no one than get used, abused and have everyone dump everything on you.

This is our resignation letter of us no longer being the push over, the quiet one. We are going to unlearn to be quiet and to take it raw. Remember when we were little and we had so much sass? We are going to bring that back. We don't need to be rude or nasty but we are going to dish out the same vibe as everyone gives us. If they don't like it than those people need to check themselves.

Remember the saying, "Treat others on how you want to be treated?" Yea? We are going to use this daily. Boundries are your new bestfreind. By now, we know what we like and don't like.

The year already started off a bit rocky and that's because we have already started making a few different changes.

I wish I could tell you things get better once you start getting older but I don't want to give you false hope. The one thing I could tell you is that we do eventually run away. We get out. We do eventually make it.

You're only 5 and have so much to look forward too.

For you, today I quit. I quit being a people pleaser, an escape goat. No longer bowing down to people because they have a title. Their title doesn't actually mean anything, to be honest. Their title only means something when they need something. It doesn't mean anything to you when you need the "favour" returned.

It's bullshit because all of a sudden when you need something it's transactional but it's not when they abuse you over it.

We are going to play the same games everyone else plays. We are going to make our own rules and boundries and actually stick to them. We don't need to cry when someone gets upset, do you actually care anyways that they are upset? Or are they trying to make you feel like shit so they get what they want?

We're no longer going to cry or beg for someone to stay. Do you even want them to stay? Why? What does this person even bring to the table? Is it equal to you? If no. Then let them leave.

You want a cute love story? Read a book. Write a grossly cute love story. We are done being the door mat. We are now the door. The door that loves being slammed in peoples faces who can't respect us.

I love you.