How Could You?

Dear Mother,

I'm sure it may be difficult to understand what I'm going to tell you. Believe me, it's even harder from this side. So, I'll just come out and say it.

When I left that day, I wasn't trying to hurt anyone. I had a lot on my mind, and for the majority of my life, I've had little context as well as a lack of vocabulary to truly explain exactly what I was feeling. But, how could you know, if I didn't even know myself.

Anyway, I was taught that I must be the rock for all to lean against. Unfortunately, rocks do have the tendency to weaken and crumble over time.

I'm sorry that it has to come like this, but I needed to spend some time exploring who and what I truly am. The majority of my life has been a lie since I had to hide how I felt toward others, be it in a platonic or sexual way, as I discovered myself to be rather attracted to my eighth grade English teacher. Yet, nothing was going to come of that due to various factors, such as my being more on the quiet and shy side.

Anyway, the fact that I had graduated high school at all was a miracle in and of itself, since I spent the entire three years masquerading as someone I'm not.

Either way, I'm now finding comfort in who I truly am, and enjoy being able to show the world my true self.