i dont like my mother like matt doesnt like his father, cute eh?
hello. how are you? im great, thank you.
its been awhile.
ive called.
ive written.
ive even visited.
got into a car accident last time i went to your place. it wasnt the first...
but God forbid you see that i was okay or even call once in a while.
you try to find out things thru grandma and aunt sheila but that isnt going to cut it anymore.
im seventeen years old mother.
im graduating in four months.
i was accepted to a school in FL, but im not sure if i want to go.
im moving out soon.
im in love with a dear sweet boy.
but yet again, you wouldnt know annnnnnnny of this because you choose not to.
and if you dont, then somehow you've missed out on seventeen years of my life.
seventeen years of someone who gave birth to.
someone who gave a life to.
someone most people would like to call their own.
its been seventeen years ive awaited to write this email.
seveteen. count them. the seventeen YOU've lost.
ive been raised by cathy and chuck, whom i love dearly and always will.
ive been raised by mike. who i without a doubt love and will alwaaaaaaaays love.
he took me in when you left us.
he took me in when he didnt have to.
he sacrificed so much for me mother.
why couldnt/cant you?
you tell me you love me.
but you dont.
you never have.
if you love me, why leave me?
why never talk to me?
why never call, visit, write, etc to me?
WHHHHHHHHY?
dont go giving me lame excuses.
WORK is not an excuse.
BEING BUSY is not an excuse.
THERE ARE NO EXCUSES MOTHER, NONE.
too busy to love me? YES
work is more important?YES
work is on the top of yr list?YES
do you love me? NO
you may be sitting there, in your chair, reading this, and now crying because of the things i have said.
well i frankly do not care.
i have raised myself to a standard higher then what you are, higher then what i could imagine, and im at a standard where im sick of people running all over me.
im at a standard where i can take care of myself.
where i know what to do with my life
where i know i should be
where im better for myself.
you left me.
you abandoned me.
believe it or not mother...
MOTHERS who LOVE their children actually LOVE their children. they make TIME to love them, no matter what the situation is.
you say work work work.
i say excuses times three.
you can never be too busy for the ones you love.
NEVER.
how hard is it to pick up that stupid technologic communicater, also known as a phone, and dial 2488162 and ask for amber?
HOW HARD MOTHER?
are you that selfish?
to ignore me?
to leave me?
the child you gave birth to and claim?
the child you claim to love?
you have caused me and dad, mainly me, so much pain, discontent, everything.
im done with it all.
im sick of hurting.
im sick of seeing mothers and daughters doing motherly/daughterly things.
im sick of holding my breathe.
im sick of waiting around.
you've messed up too much of my life.
you've missed out on seventeen years, whats another life time?
you realllllllly need to sit down.
get your priorities straight.
and learn whats really important in life.
because once im gone, im gone.
im gone after you read this.
unless you plan to change that.
otherwise, im gone out of your life forever.
you will not ask grandma, or aunt sheila how i am or about me.
you will not go around parading me like im yours, because im not. im michaels.
you will not talk of me.
i am that serious mother.
enclosed are some pictures
of me.
one of me and the one im in love with, matthew.
one of us a long time ago.
enjoy.