My Hope For You"
Let me start out by saying that you know who you are. And if anything I say in the next few minutes hits home, then yeah, chances are I'm talking to you. So sit up and take notice because someone out there could be me, and you deserve to know how that feels. But this isn't really about laying guilt, it's about hope.
Because, you see, my hope for you is that one day you can actually look in the mirror and realize the damage that you have done. My hope for you is that you can live with that, because I've had to live with it for almost thirty years now. My hope for you is that you overcome whatever demons were chasing you that made you take it out on me.
My hope for you is to see that bruises are more than just black marks on a person's skin. Each and every time you left them on me, it broke another little piece of me. My hope for you is that you understand, really understand, that my blood is no less precious than yours. My hope for you is that you are sorry for making me spill mine all in the name of love. My hope for you is that whenever you see a woman sporting dark shades and long sleeves on a rainy day in mid July, you think about me.
My hope for you is more than just hope; it's a mantra. Each and every time I start to feel as low and worthless as you wanted me to feel, I say "never again" and move on with my life. My hope for you is that you have found peace and the strength to change. Deep down you were a good person; I just don't think you ever believed it. I have found hope, strength, and love, despite what you tried to do to me. I look into is eyes every night when he comes home from work. I call him husband.
But most of all, my friend, my hope for you is simply that you never have to see one of your daughters end up with a man like you. That is not something I would wish on anyone...not even you.