Letter to Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,

I wonder how you’re doing. Do you sleep okay? Is your health good, and are you eating right? I ask these things because I can’t fathom an answer that isn’t ‘no.’ I can’t fathom that you’re not wracked with anything but guilt and remorse after what you did. After selling what you said you held sacred, for a few 20’s all because you said you were short on rent. Everything you told me, I believe like a naive little deer because I thought you could be trusted. I should’ve known your worth of me only amounted to 60 bucks and a video you tapped for afterwards. When I woke up after hazy night befores in clothes that weren’t mine and a bed stripped bare that I didn’t just ‘blow chunks’ like you said. I shouldn’t have stayed after i found out, I should’ve told someone, I should’ve believed that someone would believe me...instead of believing that you were all I could hope for.

I threw away my aspirations, my future on the promise that you would be mine till we leave this world. Who could’ve seen that it was just all part of your scam to break me? Well I’ll be the first to say that it worked. You were successful...you ruined me. Nowadays I can’t think of happiness and believe it. I can’t look at my husband and not wonder ‘when will he hurt me?’ I cannot face my son and feel the joy that I’m supposed to, I can’t close my eyes without seeing your face, that wicked haunting smirk telling me, I’m worth nothing, feeling your hands wrapped around my throat, I can’t just be happy..all because of you...

So I ask again, how are you doing? Do you even feel anything anymore?

Sincerely,

Your Rent payment