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30 Day Letter Challenge: Dear Person Who Needs to Forgive Me

24 Jun

Dear Person Who Needs to Forgive Me,

In length, my life is remarkably short, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t done my share of things that were probably on the edge of terrible.

There is one thing, that only you and a select other few people know of, until now at least, that I’ve done that I really, really wish I hadn’t.

Maybe not done, maybe just thought or said. 

Every day I wish you would forgive me. It’s been about 15 years, and still, nothing.

When Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer, I so vividly remember the multiple times I thought I’d tell my parents “I told you so” if they got lung cancer. Every time they lit a cigarette, I was so upset. I thought and maybe even said things that I can’t even get up the courage to say now, and I don’t even know if I told them or if I just kept it to myself.

Regardless…no, Dad. I will not say I told you so. I will not rejoice that you may have gotten a lesson for your years of smoking. I will not be happy if you lose the battle.

But if I did tell you when I was so young, you wouldn’t remember anyway. And you wouldn’t even hold a grudge that needed forgiveness.

I would though. So please, forgive me.

Always, Me

30 Day Letter Challenge: Dear Person I Hate

23 Jun

Dear Person I Hate,

Some say “hate” is a strong word, but you need a strong for for strong feelings.

We had some of the best times when we were friends, but you just couldn’t let me be happy. Hell, you couldn’t let yourself be happy, so I guess I shouldn’t expect anything of it.

You’re manipulative, self-destructive, and really…you are just a terrible person. Not a good person that just isn’t nice sometimes…terrible.

You’ve judged me, you’ve told me I was going to hell, you’ve accused me of trying to steal your boyfriend…and all I’ve done throughout all of it was try to stick by your side and help you through the rough times.

Well, there comes a day when it just isn’t good enough, and finally, I did what was best for me. I don’t wish you the best of luck and I don’t wish you happiness. The first two times we stopped being friends should have been enough for me to realize that you are toxic, but they weren’t. That’s my fault, unfortunately. But never, ever will we be friends again.

Not after the way you treat yourself and everyone around you.

Always, Me