Submitted: A Letter to “Family”

It lasted thirteen long years.  We provided you with too many second chances and in return we only received a failed hope.  The word “family” and “love” blinded us because those were the labels you were supposed to wear in our eyes, but they never stuck.  Do you even realize what you did?  Do you care even a little that you’ve hurt us to the point where we’ve excluded you from the family?  Is there no fight lift in you to win us back or are you only filled with the fight to dominate, control, push, hate, poison, hurt, lie about, and feel superior over someone else’s life…more specifically, towards a family member’s life?

Did we even have a choice?  Did you ever think what you were doing was hurting anyone and did you ever think to stop?  Honestly, everything you did tore us apart, literally.  My parents divorced because of you, the family believed the rumors you told about my mom(which caused my dad to side with his own family when my parents were together) and it also caused my mother to fall into depression again.  Why did any of that have to happen?  Why couldn’t we have started over and found forgiveness in our hearts as God teaches us to do?  Did you never want that or did you not know how? My childhood and most of my teenage years were filled with fallen tears and scars left on our hearts by you.  Does that make you feel anything?

I know for myself that I’ve felt too many things I should have never had to feel this early in life and it should have never been because of “family”.  I remember watching my mom cry too often because of you, and sometimes it got so bad that she would have panic attacks and sometimes a small glass of wine to calm her down.  Let me make one thing very clear right now about my mom that you will never get the chance to learn:  my mother is an extremely strong person and she isn’t a drinker so for her to do any of that means more than you could ever fathom. All the crap you’ve put my mom through is so unreal.  Do you realize that these past 13 years could have been spent growing a friendship with much laughter and love, you could have made lasting memories together and had countless inside jokes, but you threw the opportunity away.  You’ve decided instead that you weren’t going to like my mom because she had what you wanted…my dad.

Honestly, how pitiful of you to think that while being married to one twin, you could also have the other.

-Sincerely Yours

A Letter to the Anonymous

We are almost constantly subjected to the judgement of the world around us.   We are molded to fit the ideas that manifest within the minds of other people, and shoved in to small boxes, categorized by how we are expected to fit in society.   As modern society mandates, we focus on the unattainable and anyone that does not measure up is forced further into the dark corners of their neatly-labeled box.  It’s a tough world that we live and we have to strive to protect ourselves and to keep from being stifled and stamped out.  This is why there will always be a band of rebels with each new generation.  This is the reason feminism has been revitalized.  Art, music, writing, etc. exists for this purpose.  And this is why one of our greatest fall-backs will always be anonymity.

We are enabled when we can disguise ourselves with aliases or remain unknown.  Anonymity lessens the fear and embarrassment that comes with putting yourself out there.  To some, it’s the invisibility cloak that we’ve all dreamed of having since the first Harry Potter book, where others are actually liberated and empowered by such inconspicuousness.  The blessing of anonymity only takes a turn for the worse when combined with the harassment of others.  In that instance, your empowering invisibility now becomes this huge, neon-colored, blinking arrow that points straight to your weak mind and immaturity.

We are ADULTS.  Why, then, do we choose to entertain ourselves in this way?  We are suppressed enough by society without having you open up your secret texting app to spit your words of idiocy using a fake number.  Grow up.  Take my hand and let’s progress together as individuals.  There’s still time if we operate start now.  Any longer and I’m afraid you might not make it out alive which in that case…

*puts on 40 gold neck chains*  I pity the fool.

-Yours Truly