Dear mom,

Why couldn't you consistently show me your love?

Why did you call me stupid when I couldn't read fast enough or solve math problems quickly enough?

Why did you resort to calling me "child" instead of my actual name whenever you were mad at me?

Why did you talk to me in such condescending tones of voice, use condescending gestures, facial expressions, and words?

Why were you always so overly critical of me?

Why did I seem to get treated a little worse than my brother?

Why did you abandon my brother and I before we were even in high school?

Why did you rely on me for emotional support when you returned, when I was supposed to rely on you?

Why did your partners start becoming more important than me?

Why did you tell dad I had plenty of food to eat when I didn't?

Why did you make me have to hate myself so much?

Dear dad,

Why didn't you help me when mom was unfair to me? Or when my brother was abusing me?

Why did you insist that "you're the parent," do nothing, and allow me to suffer?

Why did you hide in your room all day instead of being there for me?