You Bastard!

Dear Alex, ( not his real name but close enough) When we met online, I didn’t find you attractive. You really were not my type. However, You seemed smart, level headed, intelligent and the conversation was never lacking. I decided at that time, looks were not that important. After talking extensively for a week, we decided to meet. I had doubts because of our age difference.....me being an older woman. I still didn’t want that to get in the way of meeting a ‘good’ person. I went with it. I really didn’t think I had anything to lose. I’m a good woman hopefully meeting a good guy. Also, after all our deep conversations and your constant good mornings and good nights, I thought you were quite different from the others I had been meeting. Who am I to judge because all my boxes aren’t...

Dear Evil Stepmother, Stepmother, not such a pleasant word, is it? Makes one think of Cinderella. In my case, true that fairy tale was for me—how Cinderella’s stepmother was downright evil. It is so easy for you to fit that stereotype. Now I am speaking to you; the one made my life miserable. I imagined my father would get married one day. I also imagined someone who would love my father and welcome me. I did not ask you to be in my life. I never wanted that, and I still don’t. I remember those days when I still lived with you and I wish I could forget. I can't explain why you despised me so much. Is it because I look like my mother? Because I'm not your child? Or was it the jealously, because you're not the only special person in my dad's life? Although you never put your...

Today, today was the last day you’d ever call me names or put your hands on me. You destroyed a lot more today than just sentimental things around my house. You broke me in a way I never thought I could be broken. As is sat in my bathroom floor with the door locked crying my eyes out because once again you had wiggled your way back into my life just to break me down even more than before. Every time you came back the situations just got worse. Mentally I couldn’t take much more but tried being strong because I didn’t want to be another person that walked out on you. I wanted you to feel loved and cared about. Because I loved you more than you’d ever know. I made everything my fault in my head even if I never said that out loud. I lost myself along the way. And that. It scared me. I wanted...

Dear Sir, You may not remember me, but I remember you. It was many years ago, I’m sure you were not then the man you are now, but you hurt me, you violated me, in a way I hope your daughters never have to experience. But reliving it or reminding you of that moment is not the purpose of this letter. We were both different people back then. You were a jerk. Perhaps you were just a product of your raising, maybe your father treated your mother the way you treated me, and you hadn’t yet learned that it was wrong. I don’t know, but I don’t want to carry hate in my heart, even though you deserve it. I was a different person too, I was meek, and frightened. I don’t know if you saw me as someone you could easily take advantage of, I just don’t know, but I’m not going to waste my energy...