Dear Mr. President,
Dear Asshole,
I’m done being nice, but I’ll still be courteous.
How’s this for a sob story?
My mom cheated on my dad when I was seven with a married woman. And no, I didn’t write that wrong. And the story doesn’t end there either. When the woman’s husband found out, he came after my mom. My dad was at work when it happened, but I had stayed home from school that day. I don’t know what would have happened to me if my mom didn’t make me hide in the kitchen cupboard.
But either way, the guy broke into the house and my mom tried to fight him off. She wasn’t a weak woman, that’s for sure. But she wasn’t strong enough, I guess. The guy beat the absolute shit out of my mom and just fucking left. When I came out of my hiding spot, I thought she was already dead. I mean, there was blood everywhere. She didn’t even look like my mom anymore. But I still called 911 and my dad and when the ambulance came, they told us she was still alive.
She only held on long enough to tell us that she was sorry. She woke up after three days of a coma and died the next day.
My father thought it was his fault. For not being there; for “turning her gay”; for “making her cheat”; for everything. He thought that he was responsible for everything. And he tried to kill himself when we got home from the funeral. But he wasn’t able to, thankfully. He was in the hospital for a week and a rehabilitation center for two months.
That left me with my grandmother and grandfather, who hardly fed me, let alone showed me any affection. They thought that my mother “passed down the gay genes” – which in hindsight, I guess was kind of true – that my parents’ failed marriage was my fault, and that I was a “devil child”. The only reason they even housed me for that time was because my dad begged them to.
So after going through all of that, sue me if I’m a little bit of a pussy. Sue me that I find it hard to not fit in. And fuck you for trying to belittle the hell I’ve lived through.
You think your issues are worse than mine? You think your life sucks more? Go ahead and try to change my mind. Enlighten me, asshole.
Sincerely,
Rae
P.S.
You don’t even deserve an explanation to those, you dick.
How’s this for a sob story?
My mom cheated on my dad when I was seven with a married woman. And no, I didn’t write that wrong. And the story doesn’t end there either. When the woman’s husband found out, he came after my mom. My dad was at work when it happened, but I had stayed home from school that day. I don’t know what would have happened to me if my mom didn’t make me hide in the kitchen cupboard.
But either way, the guy broke into the house and my mom tried to fight him off. She wasn’t a weak woman, that’s for sure. But she wasn’t strong enough, I guess. The guy beat the absolute shit out of my mom and just fucking left. When I came out of my hiding spot, I thought she was already dead. I mean, there was blood everywhere. She didn’t even look like my mom anymore. But I still called 911 and my dad and when the ambulance came, they told us she was still alive.
She only held on long enough to tell us that she was sorry. She woke up after three days of a coma and died the next day.
My father thought it was his fault. For not being there; for “turning her gay”; for “making her cheat”; for everything. He thought that he was responsible for everything. And he tried to kill himself when we got home from the funeral. But he wasn’t able to, thankfully. He was in the hospital for a week and a rehabilitation center for two months.
That left me with my grandmother and grandfather, who hardly fed me, let alone showed me any affection. They thought that my mother “passed down the gay genes” – which in hindsight, I guess was kind of true – that my parents’ failed marriage was my fault, and that I was a “devil child”. The only reason they even housed me for that time was because my dad begged them to.
So after going through all of that, sue me if I’m a little bit of a pussy. Sue me that I find it hard to not fit in. And fuck you for trying to belittle the hell I’ve lived through.
You think your issues are worse than mine? You think your life sucks more? Go ahead and try to change my mind. Enlighten me, asshole.
Sincerely,
Rae
P.S.
You don’t even deserve an explanation to those, you dick.