To Whom It May Concern:
As I am typing this, it has only been a few weeks since the last time I saw you. You're trying to make me feel bad by blowing up my phone. You call me non-stop, and text me at all hours of the night assuming that if you annoy me, I'll answer you. I won't, though, because every time I do it's a pity party. I have to hear how incredibly upset you are with me for choosing my life and my dreams. I no longer will live with your put-downs, or your constant desire for compliments that you didn't earn, but gladly took credit for.
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I did not lie to you when I told you I wanted to see you; you're the one who lied to me. You painted this beautiful picture of a loving family—we would have two children, and an adorable little house with animals where they could run and play. This was all a lie, and I will say that I am 100 percent sure of this.
You continuously take jabs at my weight, even going so far as to tell me that I could stand to lose a few pounds, or could even go back to my high school weight. It is no secret that in my teenage years I battled with food based demons, The fact that I now have curves means I'm living a healthier life. I bought something today, a top to show off those curves.
You told me I would be a lovely bride, and I could even have my gothic wedding dress and combat boots. I would look stunning. I know it's easier for you to say that my interest in the darker side of life is creepy, but come to find out you're hiding some dirty secrets of your own.
You said you were okay with us moving and wanting to explore the world. You only said that so you could crush my dreams later by telling me I had to be at home taking care of you. The fact that I am unable to drive because of my physical difficulties has nothing to do with you, and nothing to do with my ability to take care of myself.
You want control over everything, from what someone is watching on television, to what they order for dinner. The beautiful picture that you painted where we had children, you lied to me about wanting them. Instead, you want to live in solitude, a place where you can do whatever the hell you want and no one will bother you. When I am finished with my degree and find a job that I'm happy with, I will be looking at how to adopt a baby. My dream of having children will not die because someone decided that it wasn't for them. You tried to tell me to be afraid to pursue it, however, I will give that child a nurturing and supportive home in a cozy uptown apartment where they can feel loved.
I intend to see the world, and find a place to call home. I will make friends and eventually build a network of support. The family and friends I have will be more than willing to support my decision because they love me. They will help me with whatever I might need.
The constant reminders of the things I can and cannot do is certainly no way to treat someone you care about. You are way too insecure. As humans, we have the ability to take control of our own lives and have things the way we want them. You haven't, so that is your issue. Within the last year I have needed to seek outside help in dealing with some issues, but I did what I needed to do. You're actively trying to avoid this but you are the one who needs to own it. That is not a judgement. I implore anyone experiencing mental, or physical health problems to take care of it to the best of their ability.
Someone asked me recently what happened to you? This fills me with sadness because seeing you made me so happy, and now the simple act of thinking about you fills me with rage. However, as of today, I'm proud to say that I am an independent woman who is making a life for herself—a life that I deserve, a life that will make me happy. I hope you find a happy existence instead of putting other people down so they're as miserable as you are.
Sincerely,
A strong, independent woman
