Be glad you're not sending this letter to your mom:
This time you have really lost your mind. YOU signed up for life with an alcoholic, NOT ME. In case you haven't noticed, I've been around much, much less these last few months since Lee moved in. That has not been a coincidence. I have minimalized my contact with you becaue I have not wanted this situation to affect MY LIFE. But the more interaction I have with you and him, the more it does, and tonight was the final straw. I have wrestled with the idea of either telling you how I feel or letting you make your own decision and blindly supporting you because I love you, just as you've done for me in the past for months now. However, I cannot do that anymore. Regardless of the poor decisions I've made about my own boyfriends in the past, I've never been with an alcoholic who whipped his dick out in front of you in the church of a close friend's wedding or accused me of fucking someone else to you. I will not make allowances for this "frame of mind," as you so casually put it. If being with someone that does these things is perfectly acceptable to you, that is entirely your choice. I am not attempting to change that. However, I do have control over the situations I choose to be involved in, and this chapter of your life is something I will not participate in. I am done. I can't deal with the way it affects me, and I can't feel happy about the feelings it gives me toward you, so all I can do is stay far, far away from it.
I will not be in or attend this wedding. If you can't understand why, I don't know how else I can explain it to you. I also don't think you and I have much to say to eachother anymore, as this is something I've wanted to say to you for a long time, but have held my tongue for the sake of our relationship. After the message you left me on my voicemail tonight, I see that you have not given my feelings on this matter the same consideration I have given yours, and I want nothing to do with you. How dare you. I cannot believe you would be so dilluted to believe I should make excuses for what he said to me about you. If his alcholism is enough of an excuse for you to give him carte blanche to say whatever he wants no matter how out of line or hurtful, that's your decision, and it's my opinion that you are truly stupid. But it will NEVER be okay with me.
I love you. I always will and I wish you the best.
Your daughter,
Jessica
This time you have really lost your mind. YOU signed up for life with an alcoholic, NOT ME. In case you haven't noticed, I've been around much, much less these last few months since Lee moved in. That has not been a coincidence. I have minimalized my contact with you becaue I have not wanted this situation to affect MY LIFE. But the more interaction I have with you and him, the more it does, and tonight was the final straw. I have wrestled with the idea of either telling you how I feel or letting you make your own decision and blindly supporting you because I love you, just as you've done for me in the past for months now. However, I cannot do that anymore. Regardless of the poor decisions I've made about my own boyfriends in the past, I've never been with an alcoholic who whipped his dick out in front of you in the church of a close friend's wedding or accused me of fucking someone else to you. I will not make allowances for this "frame of mind," as you so casually put it. If being with someone that does these things is perfectly acceptable to you, that is entirely your choice. I am not attempting to change that. However, I do have control over the situations I choose to be involved in, and this chapter of your life is something I will not participate in. I am done. I can't deal with the way it affects me, and I can't feel happy about the feelings it gives me toward you, so all I can do is stay far, far away from it.
I will not be in or attend this wedding. If you can't understand why, I don't know how else I can explain it to you. I also don't think you and I have much to say to eachother anymore, as this is something I've wanted to say to you for a long time, but have held my tongue for the sake of our relationship. After the message you left me on my voicemail tonight, I see that you have not given my feelings on this matter the same consideration I have given yours, and I want nothing to do with you. How dare you. I cannot believe you would be so dilluted to believe I should make excuses for what he said to me about you. If his alcholism is enough of an excuse for you to give him carte blanche to say whatever he wants no matter how out of line or hurtful, that's your decision, and it's my opinion that you are truly stupid. But it will NEVER be okay with me.
I love you. I always will and I wish you the best.
Your daughter,
Jessica
{{{hugs}}}
~Trilo~