Dear Mom,
I wanted to respond to your other arguments. I wanted to point out fallacies and ask you questions in response to your claims. But I don't have the energy to do so.
I have only one thought to share with you.
I am human. I am not what you want me to be. I am just me: imperfect, flawed, and messed up. I want to be sweet and loving, kind and caring, funny and full of laughter, and always there for you.
I love you always.
Your son,
Heartbroken
Five Years Out
9 years ago
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