From: Anonymous

I was on a forum and saw that it was a confession of sorts where you write to people expressing your feelings in a more anonymous way. Of course since this is my blog, its less anonymous, but the people mentioned here, I don't think they have a recollection of this blog, so it just kinda gets it out there for me.




Dear Sis,

You think we lived the same lives but you got to live with grandma for most of your life and I was with mom for most of mine. There for we did not live the same lives. And yes, I do resent you for it.

I was tired of always being second best to you. I could never be good enough no matter what I did. And that just pissed me off because I am better than you in a lot of ways.

I wanted to reconcile and find the sister I always wanted but when you came out here when I moved, I realized the sister I always wanted, I already had, their names are Laura and Ashley. They've treated me better than you have ever with all of the ups and downs of sisterhood. Now with grandma gone, I don't know who you're going to impress. And sadly, I'm happy to have the playing field leveled because you always were the prodigal child. Now its fair game.

P.S We all know how Cinderella ends, so keep calling me Cinderella....cause that makes you the ugly step sister.

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Dear J,

I wish I could tell you that I loved you or how much I really do adore you. Even though you can be quite the hostile jerk, I some how get it.

I know you would think I was ridiculous, me loving you. Because after all “no girl ever would” and “eventually they all see the same things.” J, I know you've had problems with girls in your past and don't think your attractive and good enough. I think that a lot of people feel the same way. I wish you could see despite it all, you are to me.

I wish you could see and accept that.... I love you.

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Dear Pima County Child Protective Services,

Thanks for fucking up my life.

Did you miss the fact that my Aunt and Uncle were willing to step in? Or how about the fact that my mother was supported by my grandparents? Did it ever dawn on you that the only way we even functioned was because my grandparents stepped in? Don’t you think it would have been better for us all to live with someone who could be financially responsible for us? Perhaps someone who wasn’t dependent on drugs. But no, no you left us with our fucking coke-head of a mother. She really fooled you, fucking bastards. I could have struggled less... thanks a lot.

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Dear Mom

Thanks for nothing.

Wait, no thanks for opening your legs and deciding to bare children you would never be responsible for. I’m sure glad you got the tax credit every year, it sure fueled your need for new furniture and drugs.

I guess I was right the first time.

Thanks for nothing.