I died today.
Me was reborn.
Birthed to a new life.
New name, school, parents, friends, parents.
The same family with new titles.
I no longer has to carry the shame of her old name.
Me has a family name.
A name that won't make her feel shame of making it known who she's related to.
I carried so much anger in her heart it hurt her more than anyone else.
The new Me let go of it. She let go of them... officially free.
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There's your anwser BIOLOGICAL mistake.
I was asked why I changed my last name. Why didn't he ask why I hated him. Why wouldn't he ask what he did to hurt me. He already knows that though. He would never admit it though. He can't apologize. He never will. And I'm okay with that now. I'm happier now that I'm free of them both.
Have a wonderful night!
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