Dear Mom,
It is my saddest burden to write you this letter. I sincerely wish I was not the one who had the responsibility to tell you these things. It's not fair for a son, it should not be my job. Sadly, it seems there is no one else in your life who has the capacity or desire to tell you and so it falls on me. Like so much of our history, the burden falls on me.
I am now going to explain reality to you. It is sad, painful, shameful, embarrassing, but most importantly it is true. Before I tell you the reality of our situation I would like to remind you that I love you. I am proud of you. I appreciate everything you have done for me, I tell everyone about your books. You are a good person who has made a lot of positive impacts on the earth and you will be remembered well after you die. I will always love you and remember you for your good qualities.
That being said, I hope you can listen to the other facts that may not be so pleasant to your ears. Here are the facts. You were born into a rich family and spoiled. Your father died young so you had no father figure. You have never managed money well. You were a flight attendant. You were/are a school teacher. You are an author. All of the money you now have was given to you by a judge in a divorce settlement. You were offered a mercedes in that settlement, but you didn't take it. You were given a 1.5 million Dollar house in San Francisco. You did not take care of it, squandered it. You moved to Los Angeles and spent the house income on "following your dream" of being a script writer. You did not work for that year, just living in luxery while I worked full time and went to school at night, totally miserable. I was 18 years old. Then you married a man just as abusive as your first husband, but stupider. He talked you into selling your house so that he could buy a house with a pool, comfy chair, and a big screen TV, in a rich area of Sacramento that you can't afford. Oh yeah, and loose $50,000 in a movie scam he talked you into. Now, your 1.5 Million Dollars has dwindled into $300,000.00 by your mismanagement and Terry's manipulations. You are scared about your future and retirement. Terry constantly terrorizes you with this fear and makes you think that it is neccessary for you to work constantly, which is false. You so not have to work, unless you are supporting Terry. If you left him and moved you Mexico you would not have to work and still have enough money to support me. You are playing right into Terry's game.
The saddest thing about this whole situation is that I am the only person in the entire world who has your best interests at heart. I actually want you to be happy and healthy. Terry stocks your fridge with food he knows is bad for you. You had to have a gastrointestinal bypass surgery because your husband doesn't care enough about you to stop buying ice cream. Terry has shown very little concern for you and he can barely take care of himself. Tom is equally stupid, sadly. I am it, Mom. I am the best bet you've got and you are treating me like crap. In all seriousness, who do you have to take care of you? Who? You have admitted that you are loosing your wits, you know that you are getting old, I'm not telling you something you don't know. This is what you should be thinking about. Not my major. I am furious and depressed that you are in this situation. I am trying my best to help you, but you keep lecturing me instead of dealing with you own problems. Please cut the crap.
If you don't trust me enough at this point to send me a check with my name on it, then you are really fucked up. I have spent the last three years proving myself and I have been proved. Go ahead and cut me off. I will be homeless again before I will keep licking your ass in denial. It is exactly what Terry wants, go ahead and keep playing into his hand. I am your last friend and it is your choice how you treat me.
Seriously,
Jane Doe
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