A Long Letter From Mommy.

A Long Letter From Mommy.

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Letters to my future children. In hopes they know what their mother is like. You will read about all sorts of topics. things that will let you know what your mother is like, things i liked, hate and love. Things I want you to know as a lesson to carry with you, people i met, things I hope of you. all the way from my full name to my plans for death and after. Foods to books and people and animals. Oh and don't mind the curses and sexual topics. I'm your mother I can curse in front of you that's my choice and it's my job to inform you about sex education and stuff. I wasn't comfortable talking to either of my parents about it so I had to learn on my own. I hope this helps. This is my attempt to raise you whether i'm there or not. Also the photos in each one were taken on the same day they were written. This way you can watch Mommy grow! <3 :)
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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