Goodbye Letter To My Mother
When I decided to change my name in January of 2011, I did so because I knew the day would come when I would want nothing more to do with our family. Ever since I was 13 years old, I have never wanted to be a part of a family that I never could trust with their decisions and how they live their own lives in a negative manner. It is why I find myself always away from the family during holiday events and why I would rather spend time with anyone other than my biological siblings and parents. After the entire Nneoma and Nnamdi debacle and how they were forced to enter into marriage and are now living in dire economic and financial situations, I know that I was right to change my name. For if you ever valued the idea of having a stable family not born from turmoil but pure stability, then you would have not forced this upon them. They were never ready for a family but you forced this upon them merely because you wanted a grandson. Now I know why I have really never felt comfortable being your son because of how hastily you make decisions and it is why I have never liked to live in the same house as yourself. From this day forward, I do not ever want to hear from you, see you, or have you anywhere around me for the rest of my life and for the rest of your own life. I have been at peace with this decision as I made it when I was 13 but I am now in a position of peace where I haven grown content and that I am at peace with the way that my life is currently structured. Please take care and may God bless you in all of your future endeavors.