A Dear mom Letter,
A Dear mom Letter,
This is to my adoptive mom she is not a dear mom but here is the letter...
Dear mom is not the right words for you..
I think of you and tears come down my face to think of all the things you let happen to me. I think of the nights I used to cry. I was a young child I would cry all night long because I was scared of you and what you would say to me and I knew what was going on was wrong.
I was so scared to speak up for myself. You let me get sexually molested all through my childhood; you knew it was happening you did nothing about it. If I knew than what I know now, I would of spoke up and told the whole story and you would have been put in prison.
You adopted me for your own selfish reasons you did not think of me as being your daughter, you thought of me as being your slave something that you own.
You never asked me what I liked or how I felt. You had a dream that you did not accomplished and you were trying to live out your dream in me, by me becoming the dancer that you always wanted to be..
You did not care about me never did. You did not care how I did in school heck you had me drop out to become a dancer.
You taught me so much fear in life. I was scared of my own shadow, I hated myself I cut my wrists because of you. I wanted to kill myself, how many times I tried to kill myself I cannot even count.
What did you do when I cut myself over and over? You sat and watched me and laughed and sent me to the man to have sex with me. That’s what you did.. You are a sick person you’re not a person you’re an animal.
I am in reality so I do not block out what you did.. You even gave me wine to drink when I was a kid to shut me up.. Yes I was loud and acted like a monster but what do you expect from a child who only knew abuse and hatred.
Mom I wish I could say to you that you did your best with what you had to work with.. But I cannot because no human being doing their best would do what you did to me..
I even forgave you and what did you do take advantage of me when I had my son and you stole him from me.. So now he has grown up to be like I was..
I pray that he finds peace within himself like I have. I pray he finds it faster then I did.
All I can honestly say to you is that you’re a sick lady and you need help I tried to help you but you would not let me you blamed everything on me.
You said to me I was no good and you wanted me dead and you showed me the life insurance you had on me so when I die you would get the money... Those were the last words and memories I remember from you.
So all I can say is I am glad I let go of the knot you had on me I stopped playing the games with you. I let go of you and now I have been set free.
By AngelaContreras
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