To you, my stepmonster,

I don't believe in hate. but I find myself hating you. I hate how you hurt me and my family. I hate that I have no self-confidence because your words still hurt me. I hate that I can't feel pretty because of how much you told me I wasn't. I hate how many times you threatened to kill me and my daddy. I hate that I believed you. I hate that I cut when I was so young because you hurt me so bad. I hate that I hoped for a fatal illness to take my life so I wouldn't have to. I hate you say you're a Christian but don't act like it. I hate myself sometimes because your words still hurt me inside so badly. I hate depression. I hate bipolar disorder. I hate that I might have them because of my 10 yrs with you.

Most of all, I hate that my Daddy stayed there with you after I ran away. I hate that he died at that house of pain instead of with people who loved him like us.

I hate you!!

And I hate me.

Hallie