I’m not writing this letter to have a conversation, or reminisce. I am writing to let you know that I MADE IT. I did it, with no help from you. You broke me and my family so many times. You tore us apart more times than I can count. You broke my heart and mended it over and over again, each time worse than the last. I looked up to you as a father figure, and you did nothing but bring me down, and put me in danger. I remember countless nights from when I was little, Ashley and I would hide in the closet holding hands, terrified of what was happening in the other room. I couldn’t sleep in my own bed, we always had to be together. YOU did that to us. No child should live in fear in their own home, but we did. Because of you. We were ripped from our home and uprooted with new families. Not being able to see our own mother every day, feeling as though she forgot about us. Do you even know what that does to a child? Did you ever stop to think about it?
I remember when I was 14 and I was really upset and crying, and you laid with me and told me you were going to fix it and everything would be okay, we were going to be a family again. You were gone the next week, and I never saw you again. You lied to me! And I actually believed you. I let you break my heart, AGAIN!
But I made it. I am where I am today because of ME.
You broke my mom and she will never be the same, for that I will never forgive you. You stole her from me for many years, and I never truly got her back. I have so much resentment toward the both for you, I don’t think I will ever move past it, but this is me trying. No I don’t expect an apology or even a reply. I did this for me, not for you.