Sunday, July 11, 2010

Day 3: My Parents


Dear Chenda,

I'm announcing you by your first name because you are nothing but a mere stranger to me. You abandoned us when I was five. Til this day I wonder how my life could of been different if I decided to stay with you and your new boyfriend instead of dad. But at the same time I'm pleased to not have left with you. I really don't know how to feel about you. I've hated and missed you at the same time. The last time we spoke was a little after you and dad split up, you were in a hospital and you told me you had made me a dress. I never received that dress and neither did I hear from you again. I've grown up to be known as the child without a mom and have had to deal with bothersome adults that would ask me endless questions about you. It was very awkward growing up without a mom. And just the way you moved on with your life, so did dad. He eventually remarried.
I hope that we do see each other so I can make aware that you're a traitor and how much pain you've caused the family.I don't even know why I have a picture of you on my Facebook page or why I have attempted to search for you. I'm done with all of that though. You're a coward and I hope that this eats you up every night before you go to sleep.

Dear Father,

It really hurt when you forgot about me. I remember how we use to be so close. After you remarried you just turned into this big Grinch. Nothing I said was right and I might as well have begged on my knees if I wanted something. I wish you were more supportive and didn't choose your wife over me. I remember asking you in elementary school if I can learn how to play the violin and you said, "No, the violin is going to make you deaf." Wow, just wow. I feel really bad that my little sister and brother have to grow up with parents like you.

Now that I am older I can list all the fucked up things you have done to me. When I was old enough to realize that you couldn't stop me from going out, you would chain the wooden door so I couldn't get in. Oh and you shouldn't have lied to me and told me that Chenda was dead, when she was really alive. I guess you figured it would of been easier to tell me that she was dead rather then alive to ease the pain. I really hated life living under your roof.I'm so glad I got to cuss out your wife, it was the grand finale before I moved out of that dump to go live in the dorms. I remembered you laughing at me because you said that those kinds of things only happened in movies. I'm so DAMN glad to prove you wrong. And now that your in a bind please try not to pull me down with you.K thanks.

At least you took me in and fed me. I'll give you that I guess.


Dear Momma Bear,

I love you and you are perfect even if we bicker about petty nonsense! I could have never asked for more.






4 comments:

  1. This was truly touching, Jenn. I never knew how touchy his subject was for you... But you know what? It made you the girl you are today and you're stronger because of it. You are smart and you know better! When you have your own kids someday, you will be a kickass mom! Love you, girl. Keep writing!

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  2. awh guys.

    hehe Im glad you read my blogs <3

    I read enjoi reading your guy's stories too ^_^

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  3. dude jen even though are struggles have been different it seems like we have the whole fucked up family situation in common. My older sisters would give me art supplies and stuff to paint on and my mom would never let me paint or draw or anything for more then an hour she said i shouldnt waste my time cause there is no money in art, i loved painting for fun never to get anywhere or thing.... to this day i feel like a little kid and like im wasting too much time when i paint... i dont do it often ...

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