Cleaning Out My Closet

I'm sorry baby girl..

I am so sorry that your life isn't exactly the picture of fair. I am so sorry that you don't get the opportunity to love your mom and dad equally. Because in broken homes...there is always a good guy and a bad guy. I know how unfair it is, to have to go back and forth from one home to another. And dad is always mad at mom, and mom is always mad at dad.

I know how hard it is when your stomach starts turning to knots because you're so scared that mom is broken, and that it's your fault. It sucks that you're always looking out for your parents feelings and trying to protect them from each other. It's funny how being the kid of a broken family makes you acutely aware of everyone's feelings and you spend more time trying to take care of them, than yourself. Parent's always think they're the one's trying to protect you, when in reality you work just as hard at taking care of them. It sure makes you grow up faster than you wish you had.

Everyday makes you who you are. You will be tough, you will be vulnerable, and you will yearn for a life your parents couldn't give you. That's probably why you want to be married and have a family so badly. You want what wasn't given to you to begin with. And that's okay.