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You are truly amazing. I could not possibly find enough ways to thank you or show you my appreciation for everything you do. But i'll try anyways. To the woman who deals with my heathen children while i'm at work. Who does it all. While starting my day at work enjoying a cup of coffee, you are changing diapers. When taking a moment to catch up on the news, you are scrubbing the floor clean of crayon residue. As I take a quiet walk around the office before sitting at my desk, you are having to repeat yourself to the children yet again, that pants go above the butt crack and not below. While speaking with a client on the phone, you are setting out a meal plan for the week.When i'm opening a research ticket with IT because i forgot a password, a fresh load of laundry is being...
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Dear husband, I never took the oath. I didn't have my branch pinned to my uniform. I never put on combat boots or trained with a gun. All I did was fall in love. I loved you my soldier for your gentleness. You are a quiet leader. Your fellow soldiers respect you and I respected you too. You were a good listener. You carried a sense of pride in your work and were good at it. You always pushed yourself to be better. You were my best friend and lover. You gave me everything you could to make me happy. There was something I wanted most from you but just couldn't have. That was your time. The army had you go from here to there, this duty and that duty, this exercise and that training. 2 weeks here, 1 month there. But I was willing to wait for you. I gave up on my own education and career to...
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To the two boys who stole my heart, I write this because no matter what guy I end up spending the rest of my life with, the two of you will forever hold my heart in your hands. Growing up with y'all has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I have learned so much about how I deserve to be treated. Thank you for that. Thank you for making me tough. When we were growing up, I always knew that I could never cry if I was the butt of the joke (which was usually the case) because it would only make matters worse. Because of this, I learned to take things with a grain of salt. I learned the true meaning of sticks and stones. It's because of all the slaps and hits that I took from the two of you that I am able to remain strong when times are hard. Thank you for making me tough....
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I made a decision to end my struggle through life tonight. Living in a world that I can't possibly change as a person who is clearly not designed to survive it has become the unfathomable bane of my existence. As the mess that is my pain and my life continues to bleed into the lives of those I love the most, cauterizing myself from you all seems like the only thing to do, if I truly love you all. This way, you can move on and allow yourselves to heal from the disruption I have caused. Sometimes we need to use a thorn to remove a thorn. I know it will hurt for a bit, but soon the immediate pain will fade and be replaced by the things that really matter and deserve your love and attention. To Gabe. Know that I will love you forever and always be looking out for you. I'm sorry I broke my...
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An open letter to my great-grandparents: Dear Abuelita and Abuelito, It has been 5 or 6 years that I last have seen you. I mean you guys aren’t dead but still you moved back to Mexico a long time ago and I miss you. I miss the way that you would come over and let yourself in and wait for us to get home. I miss the way you would tell me stories about my grandma and your life stories and endeavours. I miss the way we would go shopping together just for my Abuelito to shop for new mugs and for new bags and you would just get the same pink or purple long skirt with a new hair broach every time. I guess, I just miss you. I appreciate those little moments that seemed so meaningless yet stuck with me for the rest of my life. When we would cook together and I learned how to make molé...
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Dear dad, That sounded funny. I never really got the chance to call you that. I don’t remember much. In fact, I don’t actually remember anything. Only what my mother chose to tell me. I’m sure if I asked to hear more she would tell me. I don’t really feel the need to know. I’m truly glad that I don’t remember. I’m willing to bet that you don’t remember much either. At least, I hope you don’t. What I do remember of you is everything I don’t remember. You were never there. I don’t remember you teaching me how to: tie my shoes ride my bike defend myself catch a fish drive a car change a tire cut up firewood I can’t recall any of these things because you were never there to teach them to me. Maybe if I was older when your addiction struck you would have taught me...
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Dear Mom and Dad, ​ You two have provided me many things in life and I can only thanks you for such wonderful gifts, yet as I grew up around many different people my understanding of right and wrong became warped. As parents it should be your duty to introduce me to the wonders of life without hesitation and be there for your child. Whether it comes to explaining how I shouldn't be picky since you couldn't eat as children; saying how in your day you never had the privilege of going to school I would be raised humbly and accordingly to your expectations. As time passes however, those expectations have gone to unusual heights. As I aged and became more capable of grasping my own ideals I see certain impurities within your logic that I once thought was unchangeable. You once...
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have you ever thought why our girls grow up so quickly? where is their childhood? nowdays it seems they are all in rush to grow up , to copy you as their mum or an older sister , cousin ... favourite singer , actress or a "in girl" at school ... what happened to you mums? when have you stopped being mum and start being a friend!? ... that little girl you have birth to is looking up to you , copying you ... do you think you are a good example? do you drink and smoke? and yet will drop that line to them when they are older : not to do exactly what they have been watching you do their whole life up tp that point ... do you leave them with the strangers who baby sit for you ... strangers who bring ip your kids ... influencing them ... what dors that say about you amd how...
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If you're reading this we finally moved. I say finally not because I didn't like this house, because truth is I loved it. I say finally because we outgrew it. I hope you love it here as much as I did for these past 18 years. It's a bittersweet moment knowing I won't be able to walk to my favorite hiding spot ( that isn't really a hiding spot because everyone knows where I'd go) or I wont be able to look around and think about all the mischief my brothers and I got into around there. As you may realize this house isn't perfect but it's pretty dang close. I can remember thinking I never wanted to move because our house seemed like heaven compared to my cousins who lived in town, and now that I look back on it...
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A father is a man in relation to his natural child or children, according to the dictionary. To me, that’s all you are. You are something who created me with my mother and nothing else. You are not a friend, an idol, hero, anything but the man who created me. Maybe when I was a kid, you were this strong man I looked up to but not anymore. Kid me loved you, cherished every little moment we had together, thought you were the greatest man alive. That’s why I hate the child I used to be. I didn’t see you for the man you are. I don’t know why it took me so long to see the selfish, unpleasant, shameless man I have to call my dad. You are nothing but a small, arrogant, piece of shit man who would rather do anything for himself than make his kids happy. The four kids you abandoned emotionally for...
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