I haven't been looking forward to this letter. I've been putting it off, gathering my thoughts, reducing them down, stirring, reducing again... and I've mostly come to one root concept to describe you two.
It isn't that you're bad people. You just don't know how to be good people.
Mom, you will always be kept at a distance. I know you notice and I know you wonder why, but it is not hard to figure out. Any time I've ever let you get close, you've hurt me. I think it is some demented ploy to hold power or dominion over me, but whatever.
Dad, you kind of fall into the same camp. You wanted to be an overlord when I didn't need that, and now that I'm back home, floundering, and just want me father to be there, you're too busy getting high.
You're both children, and I consider the fact that I'm shucked off the habits you imparted upon me to be one of my finer accomplishments.
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