Feb. 09, 2003 - 2:21 a.m.
What right do you have to dictate to me the manner in which I raise the daughter of my soul, the child you abandoned? Your lovely self righteous indignation makes me want to vomit.
I am giving this beautiful, mystical child a gift I never received: the freedom to become whatever she is meant to be. And in return you press her down into a cage of cult-like dogma, trapping her precious soul there so you can warp her and hurt her and tread upon her wings, hoping that one day she will be unable to fly away from this stupid and senseless tyranny.
NO!
I FORBID YOU!
The time for setting aside weapons of war is over. The kid gloves are off, and you will have to face the bitch protecting her cub.
This incredible, loving, intelligent soul is not yours to waste. You have abused that gift. I will no longer hold the past as a fond memory, telling myself that you must love her because she shares a few DNA sequences with you.
What you don't realize is that one day this little life will be a power that you will have to face, and all of your vicious lies will come to the fore and she will know. She will see you for the hateful tyrant you are, and you will be forced to account for the treatment you gave to her. She will show you the bruises you inflicted upon her soul, and if there is any heart within you, it will be crushed as the fucking blinders are ripped from your eyes.
And I will pour every ounce of love left into her, shielding her from your distasteful displays of authority. I will be the one who cherishes and protects, nurtures and gives. I will offer her wisdom and beauty and challenge. I will allow her to grow and change and live and love.
She will flourish here despite you.
And in the end, may it eat you alive, that you had the most amazing gift in the world and you just threw it away.
