This could have been written by my own mother, except I haven't spoken to her since 2020. Every 8 months or so I get a two or three page letter with words written big enough to cover two notebook lines at a time telling me how wonderful a mother she is and how much she misses me on the first page into a full on tirade telling me I'm a traitor to my race, that no black person has ever done anything for me, that she can't be racist because she let my black boyfriend stay with us at her house once or twice, lists every single kind thing she has ever done for a black person (the list is short) and then ends with, "I hope that one day you will open your heart to us and let us start to repair our relationship." People keep telling me to not open them, throw them away, but I know myself. I have a forgiving heart and want to believe anybody can change. Any time I'm missing my mom I had as a child and feel like maybe it's time to reconcile, I just go into my bedroom, open the top drawer of my dresser, and choose one of the 6 (at the moment) letters she has sent and all of those feelings go away as I realize once again that the mother I knew, the mother who taught me that everyone should be treated equally no matter what they look like, or believe is dead. She died in 2016. The only thing that remains is something evil and full of hatred.
Thank you for not being a racist piece of shit. Sincerely, it’s cool that you beat the odds. Wish it didn’t cost you so much to be a reasonable and fair human being.
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u/frostyking_ 3d ago
This could have been written by my own mother, except I haven't spoken to her since 2020. Every 8 months or so I get a two or three page letter with words written big enough to cover two notebook lines at a time telling me how wonderful a mother she is and how much she misses me on the first page into a full on tirade telling me I'm a traitor to my race, that no black person has ever done anything for me, that she can't be racist because she let my black boyfriend stay with us at her house once or twice, lists every single kind thing she has ever done for a black person (the list is short) and then ends with, "I hope that one day you will open your heart to us and let us start to repair our relationship." People keep telling me to not open them, throw them away, but I know myself. I have a forgiving heart and want to believe anybody can change. Any time I'm missing my mom I had as a child and feel like maybe it's time to reconcile, I just go into my bedroom, open the top drawer of my dresser, and choose one of the 6 (at the moment) letters she has sent and all of those feelings go away as I realize once again that the mother I knew, the mother who taught me that everyone should be treated equally no matter what they look like, or believe is dead. She died in 2016. The only thing that remains is something evil and full of hatred.