To
my
absent
mother.
To
the person
who acts
like nothing
is ever wrong or
its everyone
else’s
fault and
is delusions
and thinks
her children
all love
her. Being
young I thought
it was fun to
go to your
house and
getting away
from my dad’s
girlfriend
and being
able to go
get junk food
from Fareway’s
across the
street and you
giving
us what we
wanted and letting us
do what we wanted.
But now
that I’m older
I realized
that you
only did it
to get us
out of the house
so you could put
the drugs
first and so
we wouldn’t
bother you. What
got me
the most is how we
had to leave notes
to tell you
where we
were because
we left while you
were passed
out and
going through
the drug
withdraws.
You never
really
cared about
us. You always
pawned our stuff for
the drugs
and got mad
when we
asked about
saying we
never played
with them
and promised
us you would
get them
back, but
we never saw any of
it again.
But I’m glad
you left
my life, I
didn’t
have a negative
impact in my life
while I was
turning into
an adult. I
found who
I was without
you and I
am truly
glad. So,
thanks for
putting
the drugs first
so I didn’t have you in
my life
to ruin
what good
I had.
