You know my name, you gave it to me, that and my looks, and some pain, is about all you've ever given me. You're a good for nothing whore, yes I called you a whore. You "fall in love" with the most amazing man, my dad, and then you go sleep around, and get drunk all the time...you broke his heart, his heart that had been broken so many times before. You bitch. You didn't give a shit about him, or my sister and I for that matter.
then you took us and ran, you ran like a coward. so far away, because you couldn't stand losing the only other people that would stick around for your bullshit, and that was because we were young and didn't know any better.
You brought us to Arkansas, for what? so we could only see our dad during the summer? so you could continue being an alcoholic, and had abusive boyfriends, to get married, divorced, and dump us off whenever you could, so you could go intoxicate yourself some more. At least in the end we were with good people that actually cared.
Then when I was six, you dumped us off, this time further away. To my dad, "for one school year" you said and he happily agreed, knowing he could then fight for custody. Of course we're still here, me 14, Jennie almost 17. You didn't come to court to fight for us, because you NEVER cared.
But this letter isn't just about your poor parenting skills, and sucky life choices, it's a thank you. So thank you, for being the worst and best role model of my life. Thank you for leaving me, thank you for never caring, thank you for every single day I asked myself, why doesn't mommy love me? Thank you for corrupting my mind, thank you for making me go through therapy grades 1,2,3,7, and 8. Thank you for making me feel worthless.
but also thank you for making me appriciate the love I do receive, thank you for showing me how to take the pain, and thank you for making me strong.
I will probably never show you this, because I am through with you. I don't want anything from you, well I take that back, the only thing i'd take from you now is the thousands of child support you owe my dad.
So don't respond, and don't call anymore. the only reason i'd ever want to see you again is to slap you and and ask you why? why wasn't I good enough for your love? But I know the answer now. It was not me, it was you. your drunk ass was the one not worth loving.
I hope this hurts, if it does then maybe there is at least an ounce of caring in your heart. because this letter doesn't even begin to explain how much pain you have put me through.
your ex-daughter,
-Page Marlene
P.S- my goal in life: be everything you're not.
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