She used to feel whole but feels empty inside
You were her everything
You made her laugh,
Smile and even comforted her
When she was weak
But feels this deep void of pain
That she doesn’t fully understand
You say that she changed
I would say you have too
All of the endless yelling at her changed
A part of her
she became more withdrawn with her emotions
More careful of what she said and do out of fear
More cautious with my words
And hesitant with moving forward
She can explain as to why she changed
From that bright and bubbly person that you met
Two years ago
You see that person two years ago
Realized that she had the whole world ahead of her
She built up the courage to say no instead of pleasing others
Recovering from mental abuse and realizing
She deserved better in life
And wouldn’t settle for less
Unfortunately, that feeling didn’t last
Because of the pointless fighting and jealousy
She became depressed and fearful
Because the thought of losing you
Is to painful to bare
But continuing this cycle of pain
Seems hopeless
she wants to be that person again
She is buried somewhere deep inside
In that empty void
Just waiting to come out again
But out of fear of being criticized
By someone who she thought she loved
It might take her longer to resurface again
As times have changed
And her future is uncertain
She is torn
Form finding her independence
And forging her own path
Or hoping on a dream that wasn’t hers, to begin with
This empty void
She felt this before
This hopeless and lonely feeling
She knows all too well
It brings her no comfort
But endless tears at night
Crying to herself wondering when this pain will end
Did the distance break them?
Was it too much for there love to handle?
She would like to think it’s not
But all of this pain and yelling seems to never end
She needs to see that man that she fell in love with
Two years ago
The thoughtful, caring, spontaneous, understanding man
That she felt safe with
His insecurities have drained her
No more fight is left within her
Save for one
Her will for independence
That hasn’t died yet in this empty void
If you cant see the hurting
That is happening inside
You are the one that is blinded
By either control or jealousy
It makes no difference
This empty void will pass
When she sees the man
That swept her off her feet
Two years ago

Dear Lori Loughlin and the unnamed individuals that participated in College Admissions Scam:

This is an open letter to you from someone who actually needs the accommodations that you ignorantly believed you could exploit. Before I talk about your ignorance let me first establish whom I am.
In the year of 2000, at the age of seven, a private psychologist diagnosed me with dyslexia because my elementary school refused to test me. Later on I find out that I have a severe case where the entire English language will be a continuous struggle for the rest of my life. Then we knew very little about this learning disability but from what I understood at that age, I was unable to learn at the same pace as my fellow classmates and my teachers didn’t know how to teach me. I bounced between three schools before the age of twelve looking for a school that could teach me and was unsuccessful. During that time was bullied profusely because of my dyslexia. I was called dumb, stupid, slow, and names that were so much worse. I knew they were not true. Luckily, I had parents that cared about my well being and never let me use my disability as an excuse as to why I couldn’t be success in life.
I was very fortunate that I was able to attend a school that specializes in teaching students like myself. Through no fault of mine, I was twelve years of age and reading at a third grade level. Does that make me stupid? Within three years at this very special school I gained six grade levels because I worked hard and I was determined to not be a failure. I entered into a high school that also knew how to teach me and I soared because I had the proper support that I need. I earned my Straight A’s in high school.
Also in high school I learned more about my accommodations that are protected under the Americans with Disabilities Act. I took the SAT’s twice and it was the worst sixteen hours of my life.  Normally, it would take someone no more than one hundred and eighty minutes to complete. Not for me, and many others that actually rely on these accommodations. To be honest, no one wants to take an eight-hour test; we do it because it levels the playing field so we are able to compete with societal standards.
I wonder what led you to believe the accommodations that I require to be a successful student, that are protected by federal law, have some kind of advantage that I magically have in direct competition with your perfectly normal child. What kind of confidence do you have in your own child’s abilities if you felt the need to cheat and buy them their college admissions? It’s really sad if you think about it.
Whatever happened the notion of merit? I got into college on my own merit, My SAT scores were waived as my grades, class standing, and campus involvement was sufficient. (BTW, I not only had straight A’s but I graduated with high honors.) Am I smart now?
I am a currently pursuing my Master Degree in Fine Arts. I also got into that school with having to take the GRE, once again on my own merit. I know Lori you refuse to believe that you did anything wrong, but you did. You alienated an entire group of individuals so you could live vicariously through your child’s success as an extension of your own. That is not only the most selfish thing that anyone can do but it is also ignorant and narcissistic to believe having accommodations because of my disability is seen an “advantage” for you to manipulate for your own personal gain.