Dear Hailey,
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone. And I damn sure didn’t mean to birth you to be a tool for Walter Winslow of all people. To be honest? I never saw myself as a mom, my own being a judgmental, bible-thumping monster. She judged, she bullied, and she kept me hating parts of myself that were supposed to be natural. After having you, raising you, I thought I broke the cycle. By being your friend, and being your sister more than your mom, I thought you’d be better.
But I realized that everything that I used to rebel against my mother, s*x, drugs, and different men as a way to raise you. I was setting you on the same destructive path I went down. I should have loved you and your brother better, but I let my pride and anger fester into something disgusting.
I left
