It has been a year now. A year since the final battle that started in the living room of my childhood. You got too physical. You were too mean. I still can't figure out what I did wrong.
Mom, you lost interest in me. You didn't seem to care anymore. You were broken when your boyfriends left you, but so careless when they were with you.
Why couldn't I eat? Why couldn't I go a day without hearing your bed shaking upstairs? Why did you hurt me? It's been a year since I've seen you. I'm better living with dad.
It's hard to say I don't miss you. I miss what we used to have. You see me as your enemy, not your daughter. You beat me like I was nothing, not even a child.
You tore me to pieces, you made me suicidal. But mom, I will always be your daughter. I will always miss you, and I will always love you, even if you don't feel the same.
..... from your daughter.