Mom (Kat)

Mom,

                I guess I’ll write you a letter instead of telling you. To “clear the air” as people would call it; I’m hesitant in telling you anything because of how you’ve responded in the past—and your pregnancy hormones would only make it worse (I think).

                Yes, I know that you love me and you won’t stop. Ever since you’ve moved off the ranch, it’s been different. You’re no longer greeting me a good morning or having my favorite breakfast waiting for me when I leave for school… I guess Aunt Sam’s been there, caring for me (don’t get angry at her).

                I don’t trust Loki. Period. I know that you love him and that you’re carrying his child now—but that doesn’t mean that I have to like him. Congratulations to Oscar for liking and trusting him.

                Maybe it’s the rape that did all this too me. It’s nobody’s fault but my own. I hate having you spend your money on stupid ol’ me when it could be used for something more important—something better. I’m still too skinny, but I don’t look like pure skin and bones. I can fit into sizes 6-10, extra small-medium (I can fit into larger shirts…).

                Do I hate you? No, I don’t. You gave me life… I just wish that you were around more. I can’t talk to you about…girly things. Why? Because you’re my mother… I’m not complaining. I just…kinda miss you.

                Tell Amber and Toby that Barney and I say hello. School is fine.

Adri