Dear Mum
I know we don't talk about it much but I want you to know, you're my hero. Not only did you put up with our sperm donor until you knew we could be safe, once you managed to divorced him, you still let us see him and work out what a tit he was without once disparaging him.
I know we weren't easy to deal with, three kids under 10 would try anyone's patience and to do it while working every hour god sent is simply amazing to me. I never realised how much you sacrificed for us until I had my own and I wish there was some way that I could make up for all the stupid stuff I did as a teenager. I just hope my apology was enough.
Now it's finally hit me that you're nearly 60 and that all you've ever done is try to help us and I wonder why it took me so damned long to realise. now that I have realised, I'm going to enjoy every single second I have with you because I know that all too soon, I'll have to use all those lessons you taught me by myself because you won't be around to talk to. I love you mum.
Yours in Awe,
DD
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Dear Dad,
I know I'm not biologically yours, heck, we're not even actually related but thankyou for letting me adopt you at a time in my life where I was losing the plot. Thankyou for saving my life when I was 13 even though it made you break your promise, I will never be able to make it up to you but I'll try so very hard anyway because I don't want to let you down.
Thankyou for all the holidays you took me and mum on to give us both a break, thankyou for giving my DCs presents every holiday and signing them as Grandad and thankyou for caring when someone else wouldn't. Most of all, thankyou for setting me on a path that didn't involve trying to kill myself and wanting to become a better person instead. You rock Dad and I just wanted you to know that even though I still act like a silly teenager around you sometimes. I love you.
Yours affectionately,
Your strangely adopted daughter
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Dear Sperm Donor
You don't deserve the title of 'Father'. You never did. Don't think we didn't notice the beatings, the cruel words or the way that mum would wilt when you came home. We thank God every day that you left her and that she divorced you. We will never forgive you though, especially for trying to run her over.
I promised you then, at the court hearing, that you would die cold and alone with nobody to care about you and guess what? I'm right. Denying the behaviour was one step too far. I bet it would kill you to know that all your children are in contact and we all hate you with a passion that would make civil war seem like a tea party.
Oh and, before I sign off on this, I want you to know that we're all waiting for the final confirmation of your death because we have a promise, you see. As soon as we know, we're all getting together at your graveside so we can all finally laugh at you and let go of the shadow you created across our lives.
Yours Spitefully,
Me.
Dear Everyone,
Sorry for the length 
Sephrenia
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