I sent my abuser a horrible letter. I don't regret it at all.

I sent a horrible letter. I don't regret it.

When I was young, my parents divorced. The divorce needed to happen. My father was a violent alcoholic and we weren't safe. Our neighbor, who I will call The Red Hitler, moved in immediately. My mom seemed very happy, and my younger brother and I were happy for her. Things were looking up....or so I thought. I was a very naive child, and I had never heard about same sex relationships. We didn't care, though. My mother was dating The Red Hitler. Okay, cool. Things were looking up....or so I thought. It soon became glaringly obvious that The Red Hitler hated me. I look like my dad and my mother wanted a boy. I was picked on constantly. They tried to unalive me with carbon monoxide, just to give you an idea. My brother was treated like a god.

I was very close to my paternal grandma. She died when I was almost 16. The Red Hitler and my mother would get high and watch Tales From the Crypt. They would laugh at the Cryptkeeper and say that's what my grandmother looked like in her casket. I didn't think it was funny.

My mother died on 2022. I wasn't allowed to attend her funeral because of The Red Hitler. I waited for 2 years. When the time had passed, I sent her an anonymous letter. In the letter, I was cold, clinical, factual. I described each stage of decomposition in minute detail. The look, the smells, the internal process. I described everything. The Red Hitler died a month after she got my letter. I don't regret it. I would do it again. I'm not asking for feedback or advice. I'm just telling my story. Have a wonderful day, everyone. Thank you for reading this.