I can't say my entire relationship with you has been terrible, but the last 4+ months, you've been a real piece of shit. Sure, you've provided me with an appreciation beyond words for my mom, dad, brother, family and friends who have been there for me since you decided to flip our worlds upside down. My distaste for the crappy cards you've dealt my family with has left me with a heightened sense of awareness for the people who keep me going. The people who remind me that tomorrow is another day, that what I'm feeling is justified, and that it's okay not to be okay. And the people who give me rides to and from the airport, buy me wonderful dolls for Christmas, share with me the fact that it is unacceptable to leave the house without mascara, promise to learn how to french braid my hair, and eat cardboard sandwiches with me for lunch.
Though you have turned your back on me and proven that you are actually a real asshole, you have also taught me that I should definitely keep judging people to continue to form inaccurate first impressions about them such as: snobby, terrifying, threatening, annoying, etc. Because those are the people who actually turn out to be insightful sources of support, lifecoaches, long lost sisters, and those who understand me like nobody else ever will.
I can't say I'm not appreciative for the realization I've come to--only toward the end of our relationship--about how I will never be able to please everyone. Somewhere along the way, someone is going to have a problem with me, and that's going to have to be fine. But if I waste too much time and energy worrying about something so petty, I'll most likely be overlooking some of the better things in life, like family, friends, and John Stamos, who is very manly. One day, I'll look back and realize that none of that stuff really mattered anyway.
While I do not appreciate the sadness you've caused me over the last few months as you've slowly taken bits and pieces of my mom away from me, I do appreciate that the larger portion of her still remains. It does not, however, make me any less angry with you knowing that you've been much less kind in this regard with people that I love and care about very much.
You've also made me realize that nothing will ever be the same anymore, and that even though I am ready for you to be gone, I know that what's yet to come will provide even more pain and anger than I can imagine at this time. You have put a dent in me comparable in size to the one in the back of A-Woww's minivan, but I know what's further down the road will make the dent seem almost unnoticable in comparison to the impending damage that lies somewhere in the distance.
The worst part about this is knowing that some day, I know I'm really going to want you back. I'm going to be so pissed that I didn't appreciate you for what you were. I'm going to wish on every red light that I run (stars are for wimps) that I could just come back to you for even one day.
I want to thank you, though, for the things that you have brought into my life. Thank you for all the people you have provided who have reached out to support myself and family. Thank you for bringing friends into my life (or keeping friends who were already there) who can remind me that even when everything goes down the crapper, they will still be there for me. Thank you for allowing my brother to graduate from Penn State without the world ending...though I was kind of banking on that. Thank you for not just taking my mom or anyone else away from us in one fell swoop, and allowing me to soak up and appreciate some moments that I will not soon forget.
I'm sure you are going to make someone else really happy (in the next 3 and a half hours), but you have broken my heart and this just isn't working.
So I guess this is goodbye forever.
Please don't call or write, and don't expect to hear from me either, unless I'm drunk.