Mom,
I'm sorry. I wish I knew how to explain, but I don't. You have the right to hate me. Everyone else probably will. I can't do this to you. I can't get in the way of your happiness. :)
Just know you did nothing wrong. No, I'm not going to Hell. I'm in better hands now, I promise.
I love you. When Amanda gets old enough to understand, tell her I love you too.
Oh, and tell Eddy to rot in Hell. Nothing personal.
I love you so much. Stay strong, mommy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Love, Aimee.
Aimee's mother clutches the letter in her hands, tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you, Celeste.", she said. She turned and called up the stairs. "Eddy, we're through."
She turned back to me again and gage a halfhearted smile. "That felt good. Now, if you excuse me, I have some divorce papers to sign."
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked at Aimee's photo on the mantle. I do too.
"Thank you, Celeste.", she says again, "Thank you so much."
YOU ARE READING
her words.
أدب المراهقينTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
