The Letter No One Wrote My Mother

Dear Mother,

There is so much I need to say to you, because you are a sister to me. In a new way, now. We share a fear of seeing anger in a man’s eyes. We share a fear of those we love being hurt, and hurting those we love. We share a fear of hurting. This love is beyond friendship. We are betrayed. I want to hold you. I want to make myself safe for you. Always, you can cling to me.

For hours, I have walked my floors and washed my hands with tears. You are precious to me. I have known you since your daughter was a baby. With you, I have loved her and watched her grow. Both of you are family to me. I know I said it all wrong yesterday. You left and I thought and thought about how I should have said what I owe it to you and your beautiful daughter to say. Yesterday, I was surprised by what you told me. I was reminded of my history, and I tangled the two. I spoke in sticky webs. Today, I have paced, cried, and vowed to untangle my story from yours. I am putting it to paper.

Here it is.

Fact One: Your husband is hurting your child. He is hitting her. He is kicking her. He is shouting at her, belittling her, destroying her every day.

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8 Discussion to this post

  1. So painful to read, but inspiring…

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  2. Heidi says:

    Yeah. Pretty much, every time. I would add, don’t allow firearms in the house while you figure out whether you’re brave enough to make him leave… 🙁 I am so sorry that we are branches from the same twisted tree, that I know exactly your pain.

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  3. Jill says:

    Beautiful and true and incredibly, incredibly brave, Shawna.

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  4. This was amazing and from a very deep place that no one wants to go. Thank you for sharing. You have inspired me to dig deep and face some things that need to be faced.

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