Dear Orianna,
I don't think you understand how difficult it is to try to forgive you. You abused me, shipped me away, and sold me to your husband. You told me I was worthless and blew smoke into my face. You never showed up to my games, or my performances. You lied to me, and put me on the street. You're not a parent, nor my mother, neither my brother's. I guess that I grew up rather quickly; I've never had a childhood. Had to pay YOUR bills, try to make food for my brother, and raise him to be a decent man. I have scars still from where you broke plates on my face whenever something wasn't done to your satisfaction. I hope you stop calling, that you never come back. I'm tired of dealing with you. I never met my father until I had to move in with him, do you know how it feels being an orphan? Both of my parents, very much breathing, but very much dead to me. Then you disown me, disappear, and leave me struggling. I should hate you, wish you were dead...
But I don't. I can't. I'm NOT you, and I won't ever be. I want to see you break your addiction, put your degrees to use and get a job, marry a decent man. I want to see you raise kids, and be the mother you should have been. I want to see you living in an actual house. I want you to prosper. It sounds like I'm your father, now, but that's okay.
I want you to pay off the guys who keep putting you in the hospital, and learn how to be modest. Stop being a whore. Stop being the scum that you try to be. You aren't just ruining your life, you ruined Elijah and I's.
Understand that you have more than one son. Treat me like the man I am, and grow up.
I'm 16, now. It's time to let go of all this rage.
I'm sorry, Orianna. I can forgive you, but I will never forget.
Sincerely,
Theo xx
