Dear Mom,
You get that I'm gonna leave you, right? You get that one day, after one of our more malicious blowouts when my head is pounding because you decided it would make you feel better to beat on it for a bit, I'm going to suddenly remember that I don't have to stay here and deal with you anymore. I'm going to suddenly remember that I'm 'all grown up' and I'm going to leave you, and there will be an 80% chance that I will never speak to you again. You do realize this, right? 'Cause if you don't. I feel incredibly sorry for you.
Love,
Your Daughter
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