Dear Mom,

It’s not easy watching you be a mother to a stranger in our home. You complain about her yet you do nothing but be fake. I hate the way it makes me feel how much you care and love another woman’s child. Yet you leave your own flesh when I was forced and coerced to have an abortion. You didn’t talk to me, you didn’t hold me you didn’t love me. You thought making me food would make it all better but it didn’t. And to this day, now that I have a daughter of my own, you force this strange women onto my baby. I hate this. I hate all of it. I feel so alone.