Dear Steven,
It's Edna. Your ma. Now before you throw this letter away because, shit, "your a terrible ma Edna and I hate you". Whatever bullshit comes to your mind about me, I want you to read this. Because I believe I can help you. The last time I saw you, I believe you were in highschool, you were living with your dad. You probably thinking "yeah then you came along and ruined everything."
But I didn't. In fact Steven, I saved you. I know he was using you for your money, and you should've too. But you were so caught up in your fantasy land that you got your daddy back after 8 years. Now I know I've never told you this Steven, and I swore on my mother but she's dead now and was a bitch, that I keep who your real father was a secret. And I am. But you do have a different father.
I can't tell you because he'll turn you down faster than me with a vacuum but you have to know that you... We could've had a better life with him. But he was such a damn dreamer and I didn't want him to make you believe in stupid dreams either. So I left him. Anyway back to your step father, Bud. He was using you for money. Then when I came and he asked you for more, I'm glad you said no.
Even though I said "Steven we Hyde's help eachother out." Boy did you get mad at that. So mad that Bud had to glock you in the face to calm you down. I had convinced Bud to leave you. Steven you have to believe me it was for the best. I know you had a great life with the Formans and I honest to God don't know why you tried to throw that away for Bud. He was abusive and a drunk when we were younger.
Maybe you saw the best in people, I don't know. Your probably thinking "how is this helping me? It's in the past." I hear your getting hitched. To a Burkhart of all people. What in the hell convinced you do that? Love? Bullshit.
A meal ticket, now that I can understand. I remember Jack Burkhart in school. He looked down at us like rats with his money and navie standards of life. That's how she looked at you too you know. She probably still looks at you that way. Don't do it son. Trust me.
The first year of marriage, sure you'll be happy. Then she'll nag and nag and nag and you'll get miserable. Your drinking starts to act up, loose lips and loose fists. What? You don't think your abuser? Just you wait. I didn't think I was an abuser either.
My point is; she'll leave you and leave you dead on the streets. You know I saw you once. About 7 years ago. Yup 1978. You were walking down the street with her, probably to her house. Hand in hand and she was talking so fast I'm surprised her lips didn't fall off. Then she turned to look at you and asked you a question.
You answered with one word then she smiled so brightly at you. It disgusted me. You shared a kiss, a passionate one, just because you answered a question and she smiled at you. A smile was on your face when you left her lips. You continued walking along with her with the smile. I couldn't bring myself to talk to you after happiness filled your face.
Even if she did bring you that happiness doesn't mean you should marry her. You belong with a woman who shares the same heart as you. Damaged and broken. Not a heart like hers that is glass and filled with rainbows. Don't ruin her Steven, she doesn't deserve it. I'm surprised you lasted that long. Or that your getting married at all.
It's very out of character for you. My main point is this. You Steven Hyde, ruin everything you touch. It's in your blood. No escaping who you are. You think that her light fixed your darkness? Your just gonna consume her light with your darkness.
Sincerely,
Edna Hyde
