The hardest part for me was sitting there, driving you back from Yelm to the airport; I was listening as you told me all the many ways that the entire time you were at [children’s home], all you ever really wanted was something else, somewhere else; that you were only there because David wanted it. It was an unexpected clarity, to be sure; but it was also a very painful thing for me to hear. You see, all those years that you weren’t wanting to be there? You were my newest and best mother; the mother I never had, the […]
letter to the monster
Recently, I have thought about the idea of my writing a letter to you. It struck me as unusual for several reasons, not the least of which being that although I have every right to write you the ferociously angry letter I immediately thought of, I never considered doing so as a legitimate way to release the anger I have toward you. Even as I sit here and type, I do not feel that warm flush of anger rising to push the words out of my brain. Very strange, since it is a rare thing indeed to find myself without […]