Hi Ma, it's your kid again.

I had an appointment with the county Register of Wills today. I'm officially getting married.

I know you would want to be there, and I wish you could. The problem is that you wouldn't like who I'm marrying, and you'd make our wedding day all about you. I can't have that. This is my partner and I's Big Day™ we're talking about.

I'm sorry you think I'm a disappointment. I'm continuing to do the best I can with my life.
I hope you understand.

Hi Ma.

I'm getting married soon. I'm sad that you and your side of the family can't be there. I'm sad that if you did show, you'd cause a lot of drama and make the whole day about you, and not me and my spouse-to-be.
There's so much we're missing out on, because you've hurt me so much.

Anyways, I'll be at the finish line soon. I have so much to do before then.

I wish I could tell my mother and her side of my family about my recent accomplishments.

What would they have to say about my new job?
What would they think about my novels?
How would they feel about my partner who I'm about to marry?

I'm sad that I can't trust them.

Hey Ma, it's me, your kid.

I'm so fucking sad today.
I'm trying to get ready for work, and I just can't stop thinking about how other people grew up with what I never got from you. Everyone around me talks about how they "wouldn't be where [they are] today" without their mothers.

I wish I got to know what that felt like.

Hey Uncle Carl, how goes it?
I bumped into your son Junior today. We talked about our parental estrangements.

Funny how you got cut out for supporting Lord Dampnut, then cried to GranGran about it. I just wanted you to know while I miss you, you shouldn't be surprised to be cut out for supporting a racist fascist.
After all, if your opinions aligned with Former Guy that much, you should be saying it with your whole chest.
Otherwise, your opinion is borne of cowardice, not conviction.

Toodles!

Hi Ma, it's me, your kid.

I was talking to some people today about understanding mental health.
Remember when I was 14, and I confided in you that I was "stressed out"?

I didn't know what anxiety was, at the time. I didn't realize I was in the middle of an anxiety attack when I told you this.

Remember what you said in response?
"You're a child. What do you know about stress?!"
You then said "go clean your room, before I give you something to be stressed about."

I still think about that.

Hi Ma! It's me, your kid.

I'm drunk on Port wine lol. Remember how I use to drunk-text in my early 20s?! Lol

Anyways...the last time I heard from you was when you drunk texted me about how you sold off all my stuff in your basement. That was the moment I chose to cut you out of my life. I'm sorry about that.

I'm sorry for not turning out to be the Neurotypical athlete you wanted. Instead, you got an autistic chess nerd obsessed with anime, Legos, and Science Fiction.

Have a good night, Ma.

Hey Mary, how are you? I hope you're doing well.
I was thinking about you all afternoon. About how we met at my godmother's, and we started sharing music with each other.

Those were simpler times, weren't they?
You were a good friend, and I miss you. I truly hope you're doing well and are happy.