Dear Former Family,
I think that this is how I should refer to you from now on. You aren't my family, not really, and so.. I don't know what else to call you.
Several things that I found out this month were so very disturbing. It bothers me tremendously when you ask my children how I am feeling. I am fine. If you want information about me, as ME. Don't ask my children. Why would you get them in the middle of such a thing?
I'm also bothered by the fact that S got into a car accident, with my babies in the car, and there was significant damage to the car, and the police were not notified. And frankly, he is still DRINKING at your house! How you could allow such a man to drink at your home.. after you made such a great big giant stink about me being a drug addict because I take Tylenol?
Really.. you should all feel such shame and regret. I feel shame and regret just because I was once ONE of you.
When people say that I am your daughter, sister, niece or whatever, I beg them to please not equare me with you, because I am not you, I am nothing like you. I am better then you.
