I found it difficult to forgive you for the exceedingly shitty things you've done. I struggled to understand what I could have said or did to make you hate me so much and treat me so horribly. My life has taken an unexpected turn and while this is an anonymous post (and perhaps pointless), it is the only outlet that I am stong enough to take.

Here is what I have learned. By holding on to the sadness (and yes, hate) that I felt about the situation (and you) I was hurting myself more than anyone else ever could (including you). The truth, as I now see it, is that you were more sad than I ever realized and more damaged than I knew. I'm sorry I could not be there for you in the way you needed. I'm sorry that my love and support wasn't making you happy. I'm sorry I just didn't understand. I'm simply sorry.

Be good to your loved ones, they do love you and will see you through any challenge. Don't walk away from love, acceptance, or support, life is desperately short. Believe in yourself as I do. Learn from the past but forge a new and happier future.

This advice and words are for you to take or discard as you see fit. I am but one person in a legion of people who love(d) you. These days I have the luxury of time to reflect, but they are quickly becoming less so I think it's best I write them now.

Keep going along your path, the rewards are endless.

And Thank You. For a whole host of things. —Really Doesn't Matter