It's said there are 3 types of people one should never forget. Never forget those who put you in difficult times, those who left you in difficult times and those who helped you in difficult times. One person who helped put me in difficult times is my own n updated mother. At one point my mother added my name to the deed to her house which she had taken a second mortgage ou ton same when I was in high school. When my mother told the credit union she'd transferred the 2nd mortgage to, she was told to bring me in because I needed to sign some paperwork. This 'paperwork' was presented to me as 'mere formality' that allegedly reflected my name being added to my mother's deed. When I had the deed reversed to its original form in 2013, I sent an updated copy of the deed to the credit union. But...
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This is an open letter to the 17-year-old that thinks that she rescued my fiancé from an unhappy relationship.
You don't get to think that you did something right. You don't get to think that you rescued someone from an unhappy relationship, but I'm sure that your naivety leads you to believe you did...
You are a terrorist to relationships. You attacked and destroyed something when it was at its weakest. I'm not going to pretend that I didn't love him, I did. And whether you want to believe it or not, he loved me.
I may have come out on the other side a better person for everything I went through, however you will never get to take credit for that. I went through hell because of you, but I have overcome much worse.
You will forever have that lingering feeling "is he going...
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It’s ok.
It’s ok to talk about your dad, love your dad, flaunt your dad. Those of us who no longer have that blessing have to be able to adjust to this new life that God has given us. Yes, we may be breaking deep down inside but we are so happy that you still have your daddy. Believe us, we don't want you to ever feel this pain.
Ask.
Ask about our dads, don't walk around it. We want to remember his life through our own. Ask what happened. It’s ok, sometimes explaining it helps us cope with it a little more, helps us try to believe it is true a little more. No, we will never fully accept it…that is normal. Just do those of us with no dad a favor…treat your dad with respect, honesty, love, and compassion. We would do anything to change certain things we did while they were still with...
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So. How's life treating you? I'd be lying if I said you still didn't cross my mind on a regular basis. Do I come across yours? All those nights you lie awake paranoid. Or so you say. Do I cross your mind? I would say I've moved on and have completely accepted that you no longer want me in your life. But once again, I'd be lying. Do you have any idea how much it kills me that you act like I don't exist? It's been two years since I've seen you or my three siblings. Do you really think it doesn't hurt? That it doesn't feel like someone is ripping out my heart with a rusty dagger? Because it hurts more than you can imagine. I pretend it doesn't, trying to convince myself that I'm not hurt. But I am.
I should've known, when you contacted me in fifth grade about my baby sister that it was...
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Dear Mother and Father:
This is one of the hardest letters I have ever written due to the fact that I have had a battle in my mind about what to say. I’m not sure if I should tell you that I’m glad you weren’t there for me because it made me who I am, or I am so sad that you weren’t there for me because it made you who you are. As I sit here, in my dimly lit room at Bible college, I can tell you one thing; I know what true love is. It takes the form of cuddles at bedtime, kisses goodnight, story books, dinners made and the tears shed on the first day of kindergarten. It takes the shape of telling you about my first crush, my first kiss, my first boyfriend. It forms when I come home crying and lay in your lap, tear streaming down my face because that stupid boy broke my heart. It’s...
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Growing up I never imagined that I would be a teenage mother, but I guess our plans change. I got pregnant with my adorable son when I was 16 and had him at 17. And honestly I don't regret it at all.
I'm so sick of the stigma that's attached to having a baby young. "She's a slut" "she can't take care of her child" "she's a baby having a baby" in all fairness some teenage mothers aren't good parents and don't care about their children but that's not all of us. Like I said before my son is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And he comes before anyone and anything else. At 16 I had only slept with one guy, and that guy is now my fiancé.
You're saying that I'm a bad influence because I got pregnant after being on birth control?! Your teenage children are having sex too so why...
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Although we have had a tough time getting along having you're approval *used* to mean A lot to me. I always wanted to have a good relationship with you guys. after the countless arguments, name calling a bad blood I was hoping this fighting and arguing could just end. So sick of the constant feeling of not being good enough for your son... After my last attempt to patch things up I'm going to throw in the towel. It took all of me to try to feel comfortable around you guys, I was kind, I was respectful and allowed you to be around our son. But after hearing agian that you were taking badly about me... Why would I want my son in that sort of toxic situation. And I would like for things to be different but having him around toxic people isn't a good thing. I shouldn't have to get the police...
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Dear Dad,
You left this world before I was born, my mom was only a couple of months pregnant with me. You ran into a ditch on Bayou Rapides Rd. I didn't know you besides your voice, but I wasn't prepared for what I lost.
When I was little, my mom got married to my stepfather. I didn't know the difference at that age, but as I got older I began to notice things that were different about me from the rest of my family, especially my last name. I began to question my mother, and asked if she could change my last name to hers, I didn't want to be different. She answered, "no. I gave you that name because it is special to me." I was hurt. I didn't understand why I had to be different. It broke my heart.
When I was a little older, she began to show me pictures of you and I realized how...
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On Facebook, I recently read an Open Letter from some random lady who said that parents of dogs are not real parents. So, on behalf of pet parents everywhere... Here is my letter to you:
Don't tell me I am not a mother. I raised both of my babies. From day one, I gave them my whole heart and soul. I taught them, I worried about them, I took them to their doctor when they got sick or needed a check-up. I feed them their breakfast and dinner every day, and make sure they have clean, fresh water. I bathe them, and make sure they have a warm bed to sleep in. I discipline them when they do wrong, and I praise them when they do right. I comfort them when they are sad or scared, and I playfully rejoice with them when they are happy or excited. I buy toys for them to play with, and take things...
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To my father,
No, I will not glorify you with the title of "dad". As far as I'm concerned, that role in my life is occupied by someone who has actually been there for me. Before I start this letter, I need to clarify a few things. I am not writing this letter for you, I do not owe you any explanations. This letter is not to make you, your wife, your children, or anyone else in your family change your opinions on me. I am writing this letter for myself. For once I need to do something for myself. I need to be heard. I am tired of being silenced, and I am tired of you silencing me.
While genetically, you may be my father, you will never be more than that to me. You and your family can argue all you want, but my feelings and my opinions will not change. You abandoned me. You let me go...
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