Mom,
What can I tell you?
It's been sixteen years of our back and forth, both good and bad.
When I was just a little girl I saw daddy hit you and push you around, as if you were nothing.
But mommy your much more than "nothing"
You're my strength.
You taught me what being a woman really is, and there's nothing that can stand in your way. My way. Our way.
Everyday I think of the hell dad put us through and it physically pains me to remember daddy hurting you.
Every time he threw you to the wall I felt as if he threw me to the wall.
When he held that knife to your face I felt as if he was holding that knife to my heart.
But mommy it's okay, he's gone now, and we're free. Most important, you're free.
Free from his terror.
Free from his wrath.
You broke the chains he had you in and found yourself.
I love you
Forever and always.
