petereater
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Here is a letter I am giving my mom tomorrow...am I wrong to do it this way?
Dear Mom,
I love you and I hope that you have never thought otherwise. I moved back to Louisville because of the best intentions, but unfortunately for the most part they have not supported me. I am not happy here and I cannot see my self ever being so. There are still so many dreams that I have about what my life could be and I just have trouble matching them up with Louisville. I love Seattle. I love the people there. I love the atmosphere. I love the damn rain. My life is incomplete and it is of no fault of your own or anyone else’s, accept for possibly mine for being too stubborn to accept it. Every day feels like I am banging my head against a wall. I hate that I have creditors breathing down my neck. I will have to deal with them someday. I hate that I allowed it to get this out of whack because I was afraid to say how I really felt. I just cannot do it anymore and I am so sad to know that this will bring you sadness. I hate that I am not strong enough to find happiness here, but it just all started so badly upon my return and has felt like a downhill slide since. There are limitations in this city that I never felt in Seattle. The culture, though there are pockets of normalcy, is stifling. It is not, in public, at work or in any way approaching what I lived for 17 years in Seattle. I feel boxed in and I cannot live that way anymore. There is too much more. I have seen it and I have lived it and I have loved it. I don’t really think that I have been myself since my return and though I was flawed, I miss that person. I was happy. Now, when I feel happy, on those rare occasions, I seem to get punished for feeling so. I am not sure what I did that has made Karma decide to beat me down every time I feel a little boost, but I am done. Something has to change and I know that means moving back to Seattle. I realize that I probably cannot even get a job right now because my credit is so bad and I definitely couldn’t get an apartment. But hopefully someone that used to care for me still does and will give me a break and a hand until I can get back on my feet. You have done everything you can since I came back and I thank you and only have more love for you than before, but I know that the love that you have for me would want to see
me happy and that is just not possible here. I would like to believe that this isn’t hitting you from out of the blue, but if it is I am sorry and I never intended on hurting you in a ny way. You once said that you would never put someone else’s happiness before yours and I feel I have to listen to those words and find my happiness even if it causes some unhappiness in the person that I love most in the world…you.
Your loving son,
Dear Mom,
I love you and I hope that you have never thought otherwise. I moved back to Louisville because of the best intentions, but unfortunately for the most part they have not supported me. I am not happy here and I cannot see my self ever being so. There are still so many dreams that I have about what my life could be and I just have trouble matching them up with Louisville. I love Seattle. I love the people there. I love the atmosphere. I love the damn rain. My life is incomplete and it is of no fault of your own or anyone else’s, accept for possibly mine for being too stubborn to accept it. Every day feels like I am banging my head against a wall. I hate that I have creditors breathing down my neck. I will have to deal with them someday. I hate that I allowed it to get this out of whack because I was afraid to say how I really felt. I just cannot do it anymore and I am so sad to know that this will bring you sadness. I hate that I am not strong enough to find happiness here, but it just all started so badly upon my return and has felt like a downhill slide since. There are limitations in this city that I never felt in Seattle. The culture, though there are pockets of normalcy, is stifling. It is not, in public, at work or in any way approaching what I lived for 17 years in Seattle. I feel boxed in and I cannot live that way anymore. There is too much more. I have seen it and I have lived it and I have loved it. I don’t really think that I have been myself since my return and though I was flawed, I miss that person. I was happy. Now, when I feel happy, on those rare occasions, I seem to get punished for feeling so. I am not sure what I did that has made Karma decide to beat me down every time I feel a little boost, but I am done. Something has to change and I know that means moving back to Seattle. I realize that I probably cannot even get a job right now because my credit is so bad and I definitely couldn’t get an apartment. But hopefully someone that used to care for me still does and will give me a break and a hand until I can get back on my feet. You have done everything you can since I came back and I thank you and only have more love for you than before, but I know that the love that you have for me would want to see
me happy and that is just not possible here. I would like to believe that this isn’t hitting you from out of the blue, but if it is I am sorry and I never intended on hurting you in a ny way. You once said that you would never put someone else’s happiness before yours and I feel I have to listen to those words and find my happiness even if it causes some unhappiness in the person that I love most in the world…you.
Your loving son,


