17 August, 1999
  Hanna,
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I send this letter here, because I fear actually sending it to you. I fear what you will do this time to emotionally scar my poor brother, but at least I can get this all off my chest for now, without the worry that you are going to lash out at the most innocent of souls.

I can remember you from the very beginning of my sixth grade year... you were beautiful, and my brother Jake was in love with you. You captivated him and you knew it, I knew you knew. I could see that look in your eyes... the one that told me YOU KNEW he was wrapped around those perfectly crafted fingers of yours. I looked up to you, I admire you... and I loved you.

You soon became my best friend... after you came back from rehab and were clean enough to even think straight. I always admired you for getting your life straightened out, when you could have simply continued to smoke pot and snort cocaine all your life. I will never forget the day I introduced you to my older brother. He, much like Jake, was taken by you. He loved every single thing about you. He analyzed every movement of your lips as you spoke your name to him "Hanna"... and from that day, you were inseparable.

So two years later, you are pregnant and married to him. He is a recovering alcoholic and you remind him of what a shitface asshole he is every day. Do you expect him not to drink, with all the emotional SHIT you put him through? Do you expect him to stay sober when you constantly control him and tell him how YOU DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED TO HIM? Or how he ruined your life?

Let me tell you something, bitch! You could have just as easily kept your own fucking legs shut, and you wouldn't be in this situation, would you? Kill yourself? Did I hear you correctly? You want to kill yourself, and the life of my precious niece or nephew? Screw you, you selfish, arrogant, two timing bitch.

I thought I respected you. I thought you were actually going to try growing up, and not becoming the bitch that your mother is. You swore you would never become selfish, conniving, controlling, hateful, deceiving... or cruel.

Well wake up.

Because you are without a doubt, no questions asked, all you swore you would never be.

Lyns

So There