Dear Mother,
It's been so long, hasn't it? Since the day you have laughed. Since the day we were happy. You really were a great mom. But I'm sorry I ruined it all. I should never have told you. But then again, he would have left in the end, anyhow, wouldn't he? You see mom, now that I think about it. Our life was not as perfect as I would like you make others believe. I can see through the false images. Your drinking problem. The countless bottles of wine hidden throughout. But that's not my point. You know what was happening with me, yet you stood by with nothing. Watching me slowly kill myself. You've noticed the cuts, you've noticed the bruises, you know.
Besides that... I do love you, deep down. But that love for you, has been buried beneath utter hatred. As much as I would like to forgive you, as much as I would like to have that mother who I thought of you to be. I know now it is too late for that matter. And it's too late for me.
Love,
Anna
I sighted softly, reading my last words to my mother, over and over.
This was it. This was all that I had to say too her.
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