April 12, 2015 sistatalks

A letter to … my mother, who forced me into marriage

I cannot imagine any sort of relationship with you. Although I am a writer, with you I would be lost for words. I cannot imagine a world of casual phone calls or Sunday lunches. In fact, I have painstakingly rebuilt a life that was once shattered, so I don’t know if I could ever let you enter. After so long, I have come to accept that I am precious and that my life matters more than a family that could never really love or accept me.

From your daughter, a survivor