lunargreenx
21 year old gay boy
- Jun 16, 2020
- 139
Hello Mother,
It's been 20 years since I know you. And I must admit - time doesn't heal anything. It only makes everything worse.
I remember that little flat we lived in with our father and my two brothers for the first 10 years of my life. I remember that little space behind all the closets and television where I used to hide because I was scared of you to come home and how I didnt know if you would beat me that day. I remember that I was scared to talk in front of my father because he quickly lost his temper and started screaming. I remember that damn Sundays - how we always went to church in the morning and then ate chicken broth everytime (I hate the taste to this day).
It's like every memory I have with you in it is poisoned.
And now? We'll we live in big house just like you always wanted with huge space - empty living room, bedrooms, kitchen. You like white paint and rooms equipped with only neccessary things. Empty just like you. Our ingorant father still lives with you of course - you are perfect for each other.
I hate you all. I don't like anyone from our family. Everybody likes you, however only I know what a monster you are.
I am writing you this to express my deepest regret. Not for you - you don't deserve such noble feeling. I feel regret for myself. That I didn't have a loving mother. And family. A thing every child deserves. And the earliest I get a chance, I will leave and you or any person from this rotten family will never hear from me again.
Your son.
It's been 20 years since I know you. And I must admit - time doesn't heal anything. It only makes everything worse.
I remember that little flat we lived in with our father and my two brothers for the first 10 years of my life. I remember that little space behind all the closets and television where I used to hide because I was scared of you to come home and how I didnt know if you would beat me that day. I remember that I was scared to talk in front of my father because he quickly lost his temper and started screaming. I remember that damn Sundays - how we always went to church in the morning and then ate chicken broth everytime (I hate the taste to this day).
It's like every memory I have with you in it is poisoned.
And now? We'll we live in big house just like you always wanted with huge space - empty living room, bedrooms, kitchen. You like white paint and rooms equipped with only neccessary things. Empty just like you. Our ingorant father still lives with you of course - you are perfect for each other.
I hate you all. I don't like anyone from our family. Everybody likes you, however only I know what a monster you are.
I am writing you this to express my deepest regret. Not for you - you don't deserve such noble feeling. I feel regret for myself. That I didn't have a loving mother. And family. A thing every child deserves. And the earliest I get a chance, I will leave and you or any person from this rotten family will never hear from me again.
Your son.
