Hey you. It's weird me saying that, huh? That's all you used to call me, it felt like you forgot my name. You barely look at me, it's like I'm not even there. Do you know how old I am? Do you even care?
Sometimes I envy you. You're the one that knows all the family secrets because most of them are yours. I have figured some of them out though. All the times you drank yourself away, the times where you crept into our bedroom, all the times you wanted to harm others. I used to wonder why you were this raging monster but now I don't even care. You're this sick and twisted person that I guess only your kids can see. I know the only reason why you haven't left is because you have nowhere else to go. You have never had a real job and like to control other people.
I know now to make sure to never associate with someone like you. I don't want to end up in denial about how abusive and using you are.
I feel bad that your addiction to alcohol has stopped because it seems like all you want to do is get high off those pills you pop. One after the other; begging for more. She always lets up and gives you more everyday than you're supposed to have.  All you do is yell and yell when you don't get more.
Now you're slowly deteriorating. Your in pain with your lyme disease and you aren't healthy. You don't have much more to live but you're so stubborn to even see that. I don't know if I should feel bad because of the monster you are. You're the one that made me not trust anyone, the one that made me feel like no one cares or loves me. I know it's not my fault anymore; it's yours. I would like to thank you though. You showed me I could get past this. So thank you.