Letter to the ones who love me the most

a letter to my parents reguarding me moving out of our house

What hurts the most is the feeling like I have lost your trust. I lost a year of my life with the mistakes that I have made. I told myself a long time ago that I would never end up in that position again. I do not think you see that I am a different person. I do not do drugs. I do not smoke. I do not put myself in risky situations. I understand your worry behind me moving out, but you had to know that it was going to happen eventually. They say “if you love someone, you have to let them go. “ Trust that you know me enough to be strong, and to make good decisions for myself. I will never learn to grow up and be truly responsible unless I experience what it is like to have less and strife for more. I am not telling you that I know everything. I am also not telling you that I think that this is going to be easy. In fact I trust that it will be hard, and an experience I can learn from.

 

You telling me that moving out is a bad decision will not faze me. Chances are I will not truly understand what you are talking about until I experience it for myself. Just like you said “You will not understand our worry, until you have kids of your own.” You have to trust that I will learn from my mistakes and grow. I cannot easily understand what you have tried telling me about having roommates, when you fail to further explain your experiences.

 

“Belief makes everything real.” You telling me that I cannot do something pushes me to prove you wrong and show you that I can. I am stubborn for good reason, generous, caring, hard working, and morally sound. I would like to think that you being my parents would realize that you’ve raised someone who is a good person. Would you not say that I am a strong person, who is capable of making good decisions?

 

You might think that I am ruining my life and that I am just going to fall flat on my a*s. You can tell me that all that you’d like. In the end, it will still be my decision and my choice. I love you, and I do not want to disrespect you by not taking your advice. Stephanie is my best friend and I love her like a sister, you cannot tell me that you would not want to help someone who is your family. Call it whatever you’d like, I made her a promise. I told her that I would be there for her through her pregnancy and after she had the baby. She did not ask for my help, I offered it. Frankly, I would not have taken “no” for an answer.

 

If I do decide to move out with Stephanie, just know that I love you so much and that I’m not trying to disrespect you. That it is a decision I have made knowing fully what I was getting myself into. Know that if it doesn’t work out or if something happens I will talk to you and ask for your advice. Trust that I am capable of making the right decisions for myself. I am just asking for you to believe in your baby girl.

 

 

 

 

“Well remember me in ribbons and curls;
I still love you more than anything in the world,
Love your baby girl”

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems.