Dear B:

You are blessed, did you know that? You are luckier, than I will ever be. To have her. To have someone so loving, and so caring. Mine will never love me, and treat me the way that yours does. She cares for you, believes in you, and is proud of you. Mine is critical, insulting and spiteful towards me. There is never a day where I feel as though she loves me the way yours does you.

I know it is hard to understand, most people do not have to deal with such things. Most live normal, happy lives until they are older and understand their sense of being. Most people are loved by theirs, and are treated kindly, and appreciated.

But to her, I am a failure. I am nothing. I am shameful to her, until there is something that I can offer. She will use me momentarily, until she is satisfied, and then she will throw everything back in my face to show that I am beneath her. She has never told me I am beautiful. Never told me she is proud, never gave all of her energy to make sure that I am happy. Never went out of her way to help me, never gave a second glance to this burden on her shoulders.

She insults me on a regular basis, and then criticizes me for being without confidence.

I wish I had yours, and she is so lucky, to have you.