It’s true, you may decide to no longer support me. I understand it’s a terrible thing I did. You can judge me dear reader. When I was seventeen my mother kicked me out with nothing but the clothes on my back. I never returned. I’m 22 now, Do I regret it? No. I would do it again, I chose to leave an impossible situation with an abusive parent. I left for me. For once in my goddamned life, I picked me. I deserved to live a life not dedicated to children I didn’t birth. I am not Fiona Gallagher this isn’t Netflix. Some days though dear reader I cry so hard my tears could fill a river, those poor kids also deserve more. Since then horrible events have transpired and I don’t think I will forgive myself. How do you heal from that? My siblings are still children, I’ve never known anxiety like leaving them in the unknown. I’m sorry.
