Letter to My Mother
Dear mother,
I don't know what to make of you...you didn't truly stand up for me, and my needs as a small
child. You allowed devastation to come upon me. Based on what you have said, you knew I'd been
SA'd before kindergarten. You didn't lift a finger to help me.
Years later, when I told you I was being molested (again!) you told me I was lying, and you
forced me to return to that house time and time again. I hated you for it. I am still very
angry.
And your words! Your words. That's some of what stings the most. You still think it's ok to
verbally brutalize me. It's not.
Part of me thinks that if I left for a far away college when it's time to transfer, you would
be very lonely. Another part of me doesn't care about that, and simply wants to be free of you
and your controlling abusiveness. Thanks for nothing.
Annaleigh