The final file in Carl Staman's manila envelope on William Peterson
December 12th, 1996
Dear Hanna,
You suck. You don't even get the privilege of being called "mom" from me. Not anymore. I've been wanting to write this letter to just pour out all my hatred for you for years, but it always felt too harsh. But seeing you, a few days ago, was the tipping point. It doesn't matter anymore.
You leaving dad and me alone completely crushed him and me. Dad was so upset and stunned for so long. Grandpa came over and stayed over for two years after you left, dad was so out of it. He was in so much pain. You had no right to put him through that. I was just young. Stupid. I didn't understand, so I thought you hated us, and so I hated you. I still do.
Dad is happy with someone else now. I hope you weren't happy with anyone else, because if you hadn't left, dad and I would still love you and you would still be his wife and my mom. But you went and left and the dominoes started falling to make me the villain I am.
Sincerely,
The son you abandoned
P.S.- Of course I know this is probably the pettiest letter in existence but you deserve nothing more than this. Honestly, you probably deserve less. The only thing you'll get from my father and me ever again is pettiness.
YOU ARE READING
forgetting me
Short StoryWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
