To Mum and Dad,
Both of you are fucking horrible people to hang around. Dad, I disowned you early last year, and Mum, I disowned you at the end of last year. You and dad are alcoholic ugly people who gave me life with no regards to what your actions would do to me and my two brothers. We made choices, but you also helped us make the wrong choices. I hope you both fall off a cliff tomorrow. Kill yourselves so I and many others do not have to think about you anymore. You are not my parents, even though you are biologically. You are not my parents emotionally, mentally or spiritually. Fuck you.
Mum, you blame everyone else for what you do, and that’s what you go off at Dad about. How do you expect Dad to act when you can’t even follow your own advice? You also expect sympathy off people when you don’t give it yourself. You now have a fuckhead boyfriend who you expect attention from every second of the day. Listen to yourself! You expect what you don’t give in the first place! And when you can’t even practise what you preach, how the frigging hell do you expect other people to do the same? Um, isn’t it called setting by example? Mum, you’ve got no idea at all. And if you don’t like me talking down to you, how about you act like a grown woman and admit that you’re in deep water and need more help than you credit yourself for? Dad, you’re not far behind. You and Mum argued all the time, yet you didn’t acknowledge how horrible you were either. You and Mum just passed the buck all the time. How I wish you’d given me your gun at the time so I could die by it! But no, it wasn’t meant to be. Mum and Dad, you’re two dickheads who wonder why you don’t see any of your family.
Two brothers,
You were both helpful to me. But one of you, I’ll call you J1 to keep you anon, you were fucking painful at times. One minute we were good brother and sister, the next minute we were at each other’s throats. So last year I disowned you. J2, I love you too. I haven’t totally disowned you, but I don’t try to talk to you either. J1 and J2, you have wives, but I’m sorry, I hate them. J1’s wife is a control freak *****, and J2’s wife is a nasty, fuckhead selfish thing. Me and my abusive mother mothered J2’s children on account of the cow J2 is married to. J2, I hope you’re grateful for that. You didn’t like how Mum was acting, so you just kept your distance from her but kept being polite. I don’t know how you managed that, but you did. J1, I hope to never meet your kids when you have them, and I don’t want to ever talk to you again. You have admitted that you can be a real arsehole at times, but if you can’t admit that you’re also hurtful to me, fuck you and I hope you disappear. I eventually admitted that I won’t trust you again and that I’m a bad sister to you. So fuck me too. We’re both never going to be good to each other. That’s ok, let’s just never see each other. I never loved you that much anyway.
J2, I hope to say hi to you one day, but don’t expect me to talk to your horrible wife again. Please wish your kids well. J2 Junior, I hope you’re having a good day. C Junior, you’re a wonderful child too. I love you. M Juniour, you’re a beautiful little girl. You’re a prim and serious person, but because you’re so young I can’t blame you. You have a lot of growing up to do. And you’re reacting to your mother’s and father’s upbringing how you know best to react. You’re wonderful too. It just takes a firm hand to keep you under control, but when you’re being a reasonable child, you’re a joy to be around. And I didn’t mind helping you evven if I did have to be harsh with you. At least you understood your place with me and we could have a reasonable ajunty and niece relationship.
To my grandparents from Mum’s side,
I hate both of you. All you do is cause trouble. With me and with the rest of the family. You have torn the family apart. You have torn my brothers away from their mother, you have also torn me away from her in a way. Here is how. For one, you didn’t give a fuck when you knew Mum needed help, but you denied it to her. You make me feel like spewing, then taking an attempted-suicide trip to hospital because of that. You are fucking low-lifes. I don’t ever want to talk to you again, and if you come anywhere near me, I will tell you to your face to fuck right the damn hell off. You cause trouble and then act like the innocent puppies in the situation. Ok then, go and puppy-pamper yourselves then. We don’t need that shit from you. You molly-coddle your favourite alcoholic daughter as though she never did anything wrong, while denying that you ever abused her when she was little. You are so fucked Nan and Pop. When we get sick, you try so hard to get attention out of it. You downplay how sick people are, if you have to help them, you try to get credit for the help, knowing the only reason is so you can look good in front of everyone because you don’t care about said persons other than that they’re ill and need help, but really you want the attention. I wish this was a different scenario. But I’m upset that it isn’t. You are so fucking loathsome when I think of how you leech life out of people.
Nan and Pop, you are so good at victimising people. However, you cannot victimise me anymore. I won’t let you. I hate you, and you are not welcome to talk to me or see me again. You aren’t welcome to see my family again either. You are such fucking liars. You wonder why your immediate family is the way they are. They may have made their own choices, but you made sure they would eventually make these choices by the way you treated them as children. Fuck you! I can’t say it enough, how you pretend that the world is fine while you go on trying to make strife, knowing all too well how hurtful you are but you don’t give two damn stuffs. The only reason you were sympathetic to Mum’s attempted suicide years ago, is because you got a hit out of it. Nan, you cried because you didn’t want her to die. But iyou didn’t think for two seconds how hurtful you are to her, and how hurtful she is to me, resulting now in me and Mum having nothing to do with each other. Pop, you just stood back and let it all happen. I’m sure you wanted Mum to live, but at the same time, you’re so psychopathic in that you liked the attention her suicide attempt brought you. it’s ok to enjoy the feeling of having saved someone. But it’s not ok to feel good that you got sympathy and a nice feeling of satisfaction that the person tried to kill themselves and you saved them so it was a good thing that they tried to die. But because you knew Mum wouldnt come back, you both got upset. But this is where you make me so angry. You got upset, but didn’t give a fuck about the reasons for why she tried to die. You just cared that she tried to die, but you were happy that you could get sympathy and satisfaction, instead of being a bit normal and sympathetic to why she tried to commit suicide. If you had of wanted sympathy over wanting her to be alive and were wishing her well and hoping she wouldn’t try to do it again, and you’d helped her a lot more than you did, your sympathy and satisfaction would have been considered more reasonable to wanting the best interests of someone. But no, you didn’t want Mum to try to kill herself, but yet you still wanted sympathy for yourself and fuck her, just so long as she can stay alive, that’s all that matters. Well, grandparents, up your nose too. Thank you for destroying your family, and thank you for helping me feel good about feeling fucking sick over this. Not really. I’m just being sarcastic because you know damn well that you won’t get to me anymore and you know damn well that since I don’t enjoy getting sick and I don’t enjoy dramas, unlike you, I don’t have to accept you and I don’t have to put up with you. So goodbye. Don’t ever see me again.
To my grandparents on dad’s side,
You’re no better. You treat your son like royalty, knowing how much of a criminal he is. He claims to have reformed and all the other shit he comes up with. Fuck you! He is just saying that because he knows he can get away with it. You’ve got no idea how much you’ve hurt your son from when he was born, by not disciplining him correctly. There’s no definitive way of discipline, but coddling a child when they’ve done something wrong is definitely not the way! Also, brutally beating a child and carrying on like whacking someone around the head is going to fix everything, wont fix a fucking God damn thing. You mistreated your son and possibly a lot of your other children and extended family. Now you have a dirty rotten father in the making, who brought me into the world. It’s not my fault I’m here. So don’t you dare convince anyone of otherwise. right or wrong, I’m just getting in first. You’re the type who loves people to their faces but you hate them behind their backs. Good for you! Do that to someone else. You’re not welcome in my life either. I want family around me, but the family that you, and my Mum’s parents have created, isn’t family enough and I fucking hate it. You and the rest okf your mob are flaming fucking dumb, save for a few people of course, from Dad’s and Mum’s side. Yous are so fucking stuck-up. Good luck to you. Just don’t expect me to say hi to you when we’re on the street.
To one set of Aunt and Uncles, set 1 as I’ll call them here,
You’ve been really good to me. I love you both a lot! Yes we’ve had ups and downs. I’ve even argued with you a few times. I’ve threatened to never see you again. One night I was gonna attempt suicide secretly without warning absolutely anyone because I had a big argument with you. Some of it was my fault, except that I had no intentions of being demanding at the time, not a fucking damn reason to whatsoever. You just took me the wrong way because you were stressed out and crabby. Sorry. But when I mean well and people take it wrong, I get really angry because I thought that at the time you were ungrateful for me asking about something in case you’d forgotten. It was over a cup of coffee I was waiting for. Anyway, who cares. I’m over it now. For the most part we get along.
Set 2 of unts and Uncles,
You both are disgusting. Step Uncle in this instance, you are such a dirty rotten arsehole. You’re like the other two fucks, but in different ways, who were with Aunty 2. I hate you. I thought you were an all right bloke tiill I heard some little secrets – I just couldn’t believe you’d call my cousin’s little son a ****** and whatnot. You are such a fucking dick. Aunty 2, you mistreated your kids something shocking, and you favour your little girl over the rest of them. Although your other two kids talk to you on and off, really they couldn’t give a fuck about you in the end. You treated them badly on and off, and now you favour the little girl, you used to mistreat her. You are evil. I don’t have anything nice to say about you. I didn’t have anything nice to say about most of them, but to you? I hardly ever talk to you so I have nothing much to say of you anyway.
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This letter makes you sound like an asshole. I don’t know you or any of the people here, but you sound bitter. Judgmental and quick to find fault with others who don’t see things your way. The people who this is addressed to will read it and think – she’s a ****, who cares? (That’s what I would think).
Whatever, do what you want. Good Luck.
PS. It’s too long. It’s difficult to read the whole thing. I nodded off after the third paragraph.
I don’t care if I seem like a **** to anyone. I’m living for myself now. I’ve finished being a people-pleaser.
Thanks and I’m not about to commit suicide. Just writing to those who have treated me like shit, so not putting my judgments onto those who deserve it and only being an ass to people I hate anyway.
Hi Michelle; Sorry if my critique came across as overly harsh, just being honest. That’s how I would have read the letter if it was addressed to me.
Hey it’s ok. I’m just being honest too. I read a few posts on here and think harsh things too, don’t you worry about that. Hey we’re all judgmental at the end of the day, we all have family members some of who we like and dislike and who we’re more judgmental to than others. All good1 In my situation, some family members might not get my **** attitude had we gotten along better, and vice versa
Good letter MichelleJ…at times what you describe seems like a character writing from an eipisode of EastEnders. 🙂 Some people are born into bad situations. I wonder if God checks with us first and we sign up for this life or not. It’s hard to believe we’d sign up for some situations.
Good luck and keep protecting your emotional space.
Yeah I know, it’s not as though I want the letter to be bitter persay. I was just trying to let my feelings out about how the family was acting towards me. And yes I do the wrong thing towards them too. But then do I get anything back when I try? Well I’ve written the letter to give the short conclusion of, no. So yeah s much as I wrote a bitter letter to the family, really I wanted to show much much most of them don’t care, and so I showed them that I didn’t want to be caring if all I’m gonna get is shit treatment. If it’s ok for them to be themselves, then it’s ok for me to not like them and have my own space from them. As for those who are loving to me, I cherish them. Some of my stuff is long-winded, but I’m serious that if I’d killed myself and familly did find this site, they’d read everything I’d written, to answer some of their questions.
Oh and I reckon God doesn’t give us the opportunity to let us sign our right to life. He is selfish enough to do it for us and then tell us to stay alive lol!
^^Maybe you’re right. 🙂 Keep protecting your space! You seem pretty spunky, if you have your health please hang around. You can always write for EastEnders –you have a lot of material it seems. 🙂
Once I’d read “you are fucking horrible people to hang around” in the very first sentence, I’d have lined the cat box with this rubbish.
Obviously it’s an abusive and vulgar diatribe, so why would anyone bother? Just let the cat shit and piss on it then put it out to the curb. I didn’t read much further myself.