Last night I dreamed about you. It has been 13 years since I have spoken to you, and I know this because our son turned 13 on the weekend. He is an amazing young man, who I could not be more proud of.
I need you to know that I don’t hate you. I am not angry with you. I actually worry about you. I have moved on, I am married to an amazing man, who loves us. I am happy.
Thank-you for the gift of my son. I am sorry that you do not know him. I am sorry because I am sure that it haunts you regularly that will run into each other somewhere, or that he will try to contact you. I am sorry that the thought of your amazing son strikes fear into you. I am sorry that your parents never will get to know him like I do. They are missing out.
I loved you. I don’t anymore. But I don’t hate you either. I forgive you for the tears you caused me, and I am sure that in the long run you have suffered more than I have. I don’t regret anything that happened between us, and I thank-you for teaching me that I am worth more. More than what you could give me.
And I thank-you for giving me the more most important role in my life, mother. Everything good thing that has happened to me has followed from that moment 13 years ago when I gave birth to my son.
I hope you find peace and happiness, and know that I don’t want anymore from you. You’ve given me more than I could ever imagine.