Dear Mum,
I know you are quite desperate to be loved. You're an old lady now and I wish you happiness - but I can't quite manage the sparkly adoration you require. And I'm not prepared to pretend any more. Sorry. I've respected your fantasy that you 'rescued' me 3 years ago, when in fact you trapped and controlled me, to make yourself feel better. You set my recovery back but I haven't told you that. I'm using this inspired thread to tell a bunch of strangers that I'm ANGRY at your neediness, your self-delusion and your vanity. At the end of the day, though, I'm a stronger person than you. And I don't pick on those who are weaker.
Dear DB1,
We used to be glittery, successful people having lots of fun together in expensive restaurants. I'm very sad that now, when I'm dirt poor and struggling to put my life back together, you feel uncomfortable around me. Also, I'm sorry for raising issues from our childhood that have made you feel bad. If I'd known how much unhealed hurt was still inside you, I'd have tried to soften it for you. I have just realised I need to write this in a proper, handwritten letter to you. So I will. I hope I don't hit the wrong spot again. All my love
Dear Friends,
Why the fuck are only TWO of you still happy to spend hours on the phone with me? I had a breakdown, not a lobotomy! Get over yourselves.
Dear People In Mumsnet Forums,
You. Are. Amazing.