by Angie Taliferro

Created on: December 06, 2008   Last Updated: July 13, 2011

I would like to know why you chose the drugs and the men over me. I understand you were young and I was somewhat of an accident. You married my father to get out of your parents house, you have admitted that before. Why would you leave an infant at home alone, soiled and hungry, in her crib?

Daddy came home, tired from working hard at the Shipyard, and found me crying and dirty, and you were no where to be found. He called around, asking your parents and a few of your friends where you were. The police found you and called Daddy, who had you arrested. You were nearly unconscious from the alcohol and heroin and didn't recognize your husband, let alone your child. I cried for you, and you turned away from me. The same way that you have turned away from me my whole life.

During our rare visits, you would smoke pot and shoot up, right in front of me. You would warn me not to tell Daddy, you would hurt me if I did. You paraded your men in and out of the house. A different one every time I came over. A few of them eyed me like I was candy. It frightened me, but you didn't seem to care. You were always selfish. You still are.

As an adult, I tried to help you. I tried to let the past be the past, and have a future with you in it. You didn't like that idea though. The drugs and nasty men pulled you away once again. Now you are sick and ugly, and getting old. You have pushed all who have loved you away and no one wants to care for you anymore.

Those who still have a little smidgen of feeling for you cannot even find you. I am certain you are in an alley somewhere, too doped up to even care about the cold. You aren't thinking about us, the ones who sometimes wonder how you are, and where you are. I shouldn't care, but for some strange reason, I do. I have too big of a heart, I guess. Just call me a glutton for punishment.

I am 27 now, and with a child of my own. I would never treat him with the hate and disgust that you treated me. He rarely leaves my side. As a baby, I would have never left him alone.

I have never done a single drug in my life, not even smoked a cigarette. I am scared to drink alcohol, even an occasional glass of wine at dinner, just in case your addictiveness is hereditary. I want a bright and happy future for my child. He gets all my attention and love. I never want him to feel the hurt and rejection that you made me feel. He is my little prince! You are missing out on this wonderful little boy's life. All I can say is, "It's her loss".

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