Dear mother,

Please do not EVER ask of me anything and everything that you would not even dare to ask your husband. It is not my responsibility to take care of this family, neither is it my sister's. That's YOURS AND YOUR HUSBAND'S job. Believe me, I understand just how difficult your situation is as a mother of 2 young adults with tubes running through your body just to keep you alive, &I admire you for all that you have done for both of us. But I refuse to grant certain requests that come from you because your husband does NOTHING to make our lives easier. He steals from all 3 of us, even his own mother. He stays home all day, and does drugs at night. He's an embarrassment for all of us, and you seem to be in denial. It hurts me more than anything to realize how much you're willing to lose me over him. I can't recall anytime in my life when he acted as my father. He has never provided me with anything; whether it's materialistic or emotional. He has never supported anything that I do. He has never appreciated anything that I have done for him. You, on the other hand, have never called him out on anything. He has done you wrong plenty of times, and yet you still stick around for lord knows what. He hurts everyone around him, including you, and yet that doesn't seem to bother you. He's killing you slowly, and you're letting him. You're giving up on your children. We need you, but you seem to need him more than anything. For what? I don't know. I can't seem to fathom why you can't leave him. He's a burden on all of us. He has done nothing but hurt us all. &it hurts me that as my mother, you're not even TRYING to stop him from hurting me. In fact you're helping him hurt me by asking me to do things that are HIS responsibilities. It hurts me to see how much you don't care about me. I don't resent helping you, but my help can only go so far. I will only help as much as a daughter is supposed to; I refuse to carry on your husband's responsibilities. I know I can handle it, but I'm not going to. This is my first attempt at denying your request for help, and hopefully it teaches you a lesson. I'm willing to live with my grandma in the Philippines if the distance will help you understand how much you've hurt me, and how much more you would lose without me as opposed to the worthless husband, shitty father, and slum that lives with us &eats the food that we all provide for us. I have no hate for anybody but him, and I will NEVER forgive him for all the things that he has done. NEVER. I will never forget that you continuously choose him over me. NEVER. &I will never forget the conversation we just had. NEVER. You have forever hurt me, and things will never EVER be the same after this.