Dear Mommy.
I’m sorry. I’m so, so, SO sorry.
I know you want to house clean. I know you want kids that love each other unconditionally. I know you want Daddy to come home. I know you just want to be happy.
That’s all I want for you, too. I hate, ABSOLUTELY HATE, seeing you cry. You have no idea. It seriously breaks my heart, and makes me cry myself.
You had to listen to me say I couldn’t love my brother. You had to listen to me say I didn’t want to love him. You had to listen to me say that I wanted to disown him from the family.
I’m sorry. I was angry. I never meant it. I promise. He’s absolutely the hardest person to deal with, but I love my little brother more than anything.
I plan to clean the house up for you tonight. While you’re asleep. I want you to wake up and be proud of me.
You said the only thing you wanted for Christmas was for the house to be clean, and I fully intend on giving you that. At least as much as I can.
And about Daddy. I don’t think I can do anything for him. I don’t know how to get him back. But just know that I want him back as much as you do. This is our second Christmas as a seperated family. And I want to curl into a ball every time I think about that.
Please stop crying. Please. I love you.
