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Dear Boo,
I have been brought up with the feeling of aloneness. Not that people weren't around me just that people didn't want me. My mom assured me she loves me but it wasn't just enough. Growing up without a dad can have such an effect no one can imagine!
No, my dad didn't die, just divorced. I think what my mom did was potential correct but the fact that I don't have a father bothered me. He was apparently abusive, my mom still has wounds though.
Pretty much convinced, is what I am. My mom, a single working mom, her life can be difficult but her stress is something I'm a victim off. She comes back from office and I just know I'm in for a blasting. This has been happening for 16 years I guess I should be used to it.
A few years back my mom remarried and when I thought all lost hope was finally back, this man revealed his true colours and as cliché as it sounds my stepfather and my mom are staying apart AGAIN. Now I have a 3-year-old baby sister and my mom is much more stressed out than before.
You know it's kinda sad that I'm having to go through soo much pain and my mom has no clue about it? Just when I thought so, I met him...my best friend his name was Tom*. He was such an amazing guy and all that, and then he fell in love. She came....she came and ruined everything...his girlfriend...Nikki*.
She was the jealous type you know, she made him hate me said shit about me which was soo convincing he believed it and called ended up calling me a "Cheat, liar, and a bitch" in front of my whole school and guess what depression, anxiety came dancing into my life.
I harm myself, I think it helps me forget my mental pain, you know the physical pain. I want to dance, but my mom wants me to study medicine. I feel like a slave doing what others want, don't ask me to talk to my mom it's impossible she won't understand I have tried. No one does.
I don't even understand myself.
Much love, Jade* xx
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Dear Jade*,
Hey, sweetheart, thanks for writing to me and for all the tons of love and support you give me. Your letter made me cry, you're such a wonderful person and you don't deserve any of what you're going through.
Some people don't understand that you can be surrounded by loads of people and still be alone. At times being alone is good, but too much of it is suffocating. I can't understand why anyone wouldn’t want you. You're such a wonderful friend to me, I can't see you not being a part of my daily circle.
You're right, growing up without a dad does do damage. You have millions of questions of ‘why’. I never knew my biological dad. My daddy, however, has raised me since I was four. I know it's definitely not the same, but I still question why he never wanted me, why I wasn't good enough for him, and why I simply wasn't enough to make him stay.
