Guest Post: A Letter to My Sister

With the new year comes a chance for us to redefine our relationships, to look back and realise the things that worked and most importantly; the things that didn't. It's a tough thing to do: to look at the people around you and acknowledge that things aren't OK. But what happens when these are the very people who are meant to define you, support you, be the constants in your life? What happens when these people are family?


"this is addressed to you." was conceived as a safe space to speak to those relationships, to ruminate on what it means to say "this isn't healthy" and to be angry, to grieve, to yell, to scream, to hurt if you need to. If you'd like to post on "this is addressed to you." please e-mail addressingyou@gmail.com and let me know if you'd like to stay anonymous or link back to your blog!


Mr. B takes this difficult step of assessing relationships and vocalising his emotions, and shares a letter to his sister. 



Dear Sister,

I was 18 when I was forced to leave the life I knew..

I had to live in a walk-in closet for years

I had to work two full -time jobs to sustain myself

I had to deal with my father who knew nothing but to spend and be obnoxious.

I had to beg for food and shelter during the winter

I was hated, judged and made fun of by others

I had to work hard labor for the past 6 years

I had to sleep in someones living room because I cant afford an apartment

I had to listen to every heartache and problems, disappointment mother had because of all of you

I had to listen to my mothers judgments when I got sick or whenever she thinks I was having fun

While mother was busy taking care of my older brothers who never gave her anything but
problems.

While mother was taking care of his step son's schooling and welfare.

While mother was sending you all the money that you're spending.

While Father was making more enemies

While Father was asking more money from me to send to you

While Father was asking for food and transportation allowance

While Father goes to the hospital and I had to drive three hours to see that he is okay

WHILE FATHER AND MOTHER POINT FINGERS AT EACH OTHER WHY ALL THESE
THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO ME

I WAS THERE ON THE CORNER SUFFERING QUIETLY FOR 6 YEAR

IN THOSE 6 YEARS OF SUFFERING THERE WAS NOBODY BUT FRIENDS

My friends who kept me sane for the past 6 years

Who took care of me when I was sick

Who listen to all my frustration.

Who never forget to celebrate my birthday

Who never judged who I am

Who helped me look for a job

Who gave me shelter and food during winter

Who showed me love and concern....

SO FORGIVE ME FOR LOVING MY FRIENDS MORE THAN MY FAMILY...

YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!!!!! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

Your brother,
Mr. B