Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently

I actually have two letters this time

Dear Mom,

I love you and we've been through our fair share of ups and downs, we have had our disagreements on certain aspects of my life as well.  I want you to know that you did do a great job of raising me and I am grateful that I was fortunate enough to have you as my mother.  I take the things you've taught me along with me everyday.  Although I have made some variations to fit my views and ideas as an adult, I will never forget.

I want to have that close relationship with you again.  I want to be able to spend time with you all, as my family.  I don't want us to argue anymore, but most of all I want to grow into being your adult daughter and you recognizing that fact.  I know it's hard because I'll always be your baby, but I think we can do a good job at making that hard transition.

Mommy, you are my best friend, my protector, my love.  I wouldn't have it any other way, and if given the opportunity to chose another mother, I would still chose you!

Remember how much I love you,
Mitzi 'Miss. Piggy'

Dear Brian,

We have come a long way, we've been through a great deal since 2001.  I could never imagine that we would be at this point in life together again.  When I first met you back in college, I had no idea that I would fall in love with you.  You showed me how to love and receive love from a man.  Even though we've argued and fought we always seem to get through those things and focus on the most important thing...Love.

From the moment I knew I was in love with you, I made the vow that you would be the person I would grow old with, change with, experience the different facets of life with, etc.  Although we are going through the uncertainties of this relationship right now, I want to continue to focus on that goal: you, me, old and gray on a boat somewhere in the tropics!

But most of all I want you to want this as much as I do.  You are my best friend, my lover, my confidant, and most of all you are the person I choose.

Love,
Mitzi