Mom. I don’t have a whole lot to say to you. Cause honestly, I don’t really like you. I’d be perfectly fine with not talking or seeing you for long looooong periods of time. Which is kinda what I’m doing now. You’ve just never been a good example for me, and I think it’d be better this way. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for what you did to Dad and us. But you’re my mom, and I feel like I have to tolerate you. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. So thanks.

Dad. I love you. If I could take away all your pain I would in a heartbeat. There’s just so much I want to do for you, and I feel so powerless. It kills me. It kills me to watch you lay in your room all day and not eat. I just wish you’d try and move on because there are so many better women in the world that would treat you right. Mom is a terrible person. And she’s only after your money, so she can buy her and her nasty boyfriend expensive, meaningless junk. You deserve so much better Dad. You have the kindest soul out of everyone I know. And I just want you to be happy. I actually need you to be happy. Maybe if you just let me help you. Let us help you. We’re your family and we will always love you. No matter what. I love you so much Dad.

Sincerely,

Brittanie Bear