Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm no longer trapped in your house, a house you made it a point was yours and not mine, while I tried to grow up there and even after I moved back in decades later to help you. I'm now in my own home, and have time to clearly see that you did not understand my problems because you are not capable of understanding. I'm working to forgive you, but I'm not yet ready, even though it isn't all your fault. You do have the ability to learn the differences, but never will.
I'm enjoying my life, such as it is, now and really just trying to ease myself from all the damages My Life has done.
I don't miss you.