FM February Topic - Write a letter to one or both of your parents.
Victoria,
First of all, let me just say that I have hated calling you that ever since the day you told me to. 'Cause being called 'mom' made you supposedly sound 'too old'. Well guess what? You are my mom. You gave birth to me, there's no getting away from that. Though I guess you tried as hard as you could to while I was growing up, huh?
You weren't there for me. You didn't come to the state championship games I cheered in, to the cheerleading competitions, even to my graduation. Hell, you couldn't even be bothered to come pick me up the day Jimmy Edwards brought a gun to school and my best friend got shot and they'd only let us leave with a parent. Lucas's mom had to sign me out. Why? Again, because you weren't there.
After awhile, it stopped hurting. Which is kind of a lie, but not really. I guess the truth is that after awhile, I just stopped expecting you to show up. And when I stopped expecting it, it made it easier not to care when you let me down.
So it's funny that you started showing up when I started becoming successful. You never fooled me. I knew that you and dad were really separating and you needed somewhere else to go. Someone else to live off of since money is all that really ever mattered to you. Money, and lifestyle, and reputation. God, you really were the kind of person who was born to build a brand, weren't you? The thing is, you weren't the only person nursing a broken heart when you wanted to make Clothes Over Bros more than just a clothing line. I let you do all of that because through the help of a friend, I realized I needed something to focus on. Something that would consume me to the point, I wouldn't even think about this thing that had surfaced again at all.
From then on, I let you run my company. I let you make Clothes Over Bros what it is. A powerhouse. A franchise. With high end couture, and a magazine, all these things I probably would have never thought of, let alone pursued. And or everything you did? I am so grateful. I know my line wouldn't be what it is today without.
But that's the thing, Victoria. It's still my company. Just because I made you CEO, doesn't mean you actually own it. And you know what else you don't own? Me. You don't even let me call you 'mom', so don't even try to act like you really think of me as your daughter. 'Cause I know you don't.
I just wanted you to know, there's going to be some changes from now on. And you probably won't like them. In fact, I know you won't. You don't like any idea, unless it's yours. I know I may not be the brains behind the operation, so you think I'm just going to fail if I do this on my own or if I deviate from the carefully constructed business plan you've made. But you know what I am, Mom? I'm the heart. I don't know if you've still got one of those, or if you ever even had one, but I do know that mine's in the right place right now and I don't want to lose it out there somewhere so that I can be just like you.
Everything I've ever done is so that I'll never be anything like you. That's the only good influence you've ever had on me.
Love regardless,
Brooke
First of all, let me just say that I have hated calling you that ever since the day you told me to. 'Cause being called 'mom' made you supposedly sound 'too old'. Well guess what? You are my mom. You gave birth to me, there's no getting away from that. Though I guess you tried as hard as you could to while I was growing up, huh?
You weren't there for me. You didn't come to the state championship games I cheered in, to the cheerleading competitions, even to my graduation. Hell, you couldn't even be bothered to come pick me up the day Jimmy Edwards brought a gun to school and my best friend got shot and they'd only let us leave with a parent. Lucas's mom had to sign me out. Why? Again, because you weren't there.
After awhile, it stopped hurting. Which is kind of a lie, but not really. I guess the truth is that after awhile, I just stopped expecting you to show up. And when I stopped expecting it, it made it easier not to care when you let me down.
So it's funny that you started showing up when I started becoming successful. You never fooled me. I knew that you and dad were really separating and you needed somewhere else to go. Someone else to live off of since money is all that really ever mattered to you. Money, and lifestyle, and reputation. God, you really were the kind of person who was born to build a brand, weren't you? The thing is, you weren't the only person nursing a broken heart when you wanted to make Clothes Over Bros more than just a clothing line. I let you do all of that because through the help of a friend, I realized I needed something to focus on. Something that would consume me to the point, I wouldn't even think about this thing that had surfaced again at all.
From then on, I let you run my company. I let you make Clothes Over Bros what it is. A powerhouse. A franchise. With high end couture, and a magazine, all these things I probably would have never thought of, let alone pursued. And or everything you did? I am so grateful. I know my line wouldn't be what it is today without.
But that's the thing, Victoria. It's still my company. Just because I made you CEO, doesn't mean you actually own it. And you know what else you don't own? Me. You don't even let me call you 'mom', so don't even try to act like you really think of me as your daughter. 'Cause I know you don't.
I just wanted you to know, there's going to be some changes from now on. And you probably won't like them. In fact, I know you won't. You don't like any idea, unless it's yours. I know I may not be the brains behind the operation, so you think I'm just going to fail if I do this on my own or if I deviate from the carefully constructed business plan you've made. But you know what I am, Mom? I'm the heart. I don't know if you've still got one of those, or if you ever even had one, but I do know that mine's in the right place right now and I don't want to lose it out there somewhere so that I can be just like you.
Everything I've ever done is so that I'll never be anything like you. That's the only good influence you've ever had on me.
Love regardless,
Brooke