Write a letter to your parents telling them what's going on in your life... that they should know about and don't
Dear Daddy,
I want you to know that sometimes I feel alone because I don't have a mother and I can't tell anybody what I did or what I'm going to do.
For example, when I go to school, I don't have a person who tells me, "Goodbye, honey" or, "Have a nice day." I know everyone in the house is busy doing their things. But I also feel I can't tell you what I need because I see you like a neighbor, not like a father.
Today I feel sad because I did wrong when I let you see my boyfriend. I never thought that my boyfriend would seem like a bad boy to you. Sometimes I want to leave this house and go live with him, but I'm scared. I can't trust anybody. I feel alone all the time.
I want you to know that I'm talking with my boyfriend about marriage because I don't want to stay in this house anymore. I know you don't understand this. But let me tell you one more thing. I hate my sister. She always talks badly about everybody, including me.
I want to go away, but I want you to feel OK, because I'm going to be a successful woman. I will study and I will pray for you. I love you, Dad.
Sincerely,
Your Daughter
Dear Mother,
How are you doing? Good, I hope. Well, I'm writing to let you know that I have a secret that I've been holding in for a long time. What's a long time, you ask? Well, let's just say that I was 9 years old.
I'm telling you this secret in a letter because I didn't want to take you to Maury [Povich, the TV talk show] and I didn't want you to beat me (and then some) in front of people.
Well, to get to the point, my secret is that I'm bisexual. I've always liked girls and boys. I don't know how it happened, but it did. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you would take it and whether or not you'd accept me the way I am.
Remember the time you were talking about "Jane" and how she was always around me? I defended her and you started laughing and asked me if I liked her and I said no, with that stupid look on my face.
Well, I lied. I did like her. Not only that, but we were going out at the time. So now you know the other half of me that you never knew. Kind of harsh, you say? Well, it's my life and I didn't plan it. It planned me. So you can accept me as me or I'm leaving.
I love you,
Your Little Princess
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