To Scott
Betrayal Hurts
You know what's strange? I keep rehearsing what I'd say to you, and it never comes out clean. So here it is, messy. I trusted you with things I don't hand out easily. My wors...
Read gently. Behind every letter is a real person and a real story.
To Scott
You know what's strange? I keep rehearsing what I'd say to you, and it never comes out clean. So here it is, messy. I trusted you with things I don't hand out easily. My wors...
I spent years trying to understand why you did it. I do not need to understand anymore. I deserved an apology, and I deserved better.
To Dad
I thought there would be more time. I still have one question I keep asking in my head, and nobody else would know the answer.
To J
I do not want you back. I just miss the version of me that felt safe beside you.
To Mom
I was not asking for much. I just wanted you to notice that I was struggling before I had to become good at hiding it.
To Sam
Sometimes one of our old jokes pops into my head and I laugh out loud. Then it hurts because you are the only person who would understand why it was funny.
To Little me
You were not too loud, too sensitive, too needy, or too difficult. You were a child asking to be loved properly.
To Future me
I hope you remember how hard this season was and how close we came to giving up. I hope you are proud that we kept going.
To Me
You did what you knew how to do. It was messy, but you made it through.
I still know your birthday. I still notice the date every year. I never say anything.
To The old house
I still dream about your hallway. In the dream, everything is exactly where we left it.
To A
I hope someone is patient with your quiet days. I hope they notice when you need space and when you need to be held. I hope they are gentle with the parts of you that I once k...
You tell the story like I was dramatic and you were confused. That is not what happened. You knew exactly what you were doing, and I am done carrying the version that protects...
To Grandpa
Nobody sits in your chair at family gatherings. We never made a rule about it. We just know.