Dear Birth Giver and Your Husband

I fucking hate you. I hate you so much. With the burning passion of a thousand suns. You both abused me. You let my brother and I become homeless. MULTIPLE TIMES. Birth giver, I hate you for allowing all of that to happen. You always acted different when your trash husband wasn’t around. You were so nice to me when it was just us, but once your trashband came home, it’s like you didn’t even care! You let him call me stupid, ugly, retarded, you let him abuse me!! He told me that he hoped I died at 10 years old. And when I told you, he lied, and you believed him. You let him choke me, and make fun of me and how I look and how I eat. You didn’t do fucking shit when he would spit on me, or flick his boogers on my face or in my hair while I would sleep with only a sheet on the hard tile floor of that motel room we were living in, while you, your trashband, and my brother were sleeping in nice comfortable beds. He would record videos of me eating and laugh obnoxiously loud at them. He would take pictures of me while I slept, and show me just to talk shit to me about how stupid I looked or how ugly I was because I looked like my father. And then, birth giver, you would just watch him hit me. With belts, with his hands while he wore huge rings. You never did anything when he gave me black eyes or busted my lips. And you let me be humiliated on several different occasions. You let him cut all my hair off to look like a boy, but it was supposedly ‘punishment for not listening’ or because I was ‘acting like my father’. And you allowed him to throw a giant rock at my head, which cracked my skull and I got a concussion from, and you wouldn’t take me to the hospital, you told me not to lay down and go to sleep. You let us get kicked out of that shelter we stayed at because your trashband cursed out one of the staff members, and you had to be with him. So we had nothing but a tent at a camping site. He made me stay inside the tent in 100+ degree weather. And he also made me stand in one spot in the blazing sun all day. I got blisters on my head from that. You still did nothing! But most of all Birth Giver, you sold me. You sold me for $2000 to my grandmother. You two acted so nice and happy to me that day. All because you had money to go sleep in another motel after we were homeless at a camping site for months.

This is a big FUCK YOU to both of you. Your sorrys don’t mean shit to me. But the good side of all of this, you won’t ever be able to do that to me again, and you will never get to meet my future children.