Ungrateful Daughter
After long and painful consideration, I have finally come to the conclusion that you are not deserving of receiving my jewelry. You accuse me of being a bad mother. For three days you kept sending letters of angry nasty accusations!
All I had done was offer you my jewelry! Not a word of thank you or appreciation, just plain scathing ingratitude! To be honest, Jessica, I know your litany by heart by now. I skimmed through what you wrote. You are quite right in saying that I do not read them carefully. I do not need to. I have heard it all before, over and over again. I am tired and bored of your continual unkind rantings. At this point I do not care to hear anything more. As you tell me often, you are a grown woman and you take responsibility for your own actions. Well, daughter, take responsibility now. You have insulted and abused my love long enough. You have broken my heart over and over again. I had intended to give you my jewelry, but I no longer will. You are an unkind and a cruel person. You have turned my love for you into a meaningless, painful, and excruciatingly draining emotion. You had forced my heart to become an unfeeling stone a long time ago. Still, I reasoned that you are flesh of my flesh, how could I not love you? Now I realize that sadly you make me shudder when I think of you. I have taken enough disrespect and insults from you. I don’t know what’s wrong with you and frankly at this point I don’t care anymore. Therefore, I have decided to gift the jewelry to Renata. I am not doing this behind your back. I am openly letting you know that next time she comes to New York, I will hand them to her. You reap what you sow, Jessica. You cannot continue to behave the way that you do and not expect some negative reactions! I battled and struggled with myself long and hard before reaching this conclusion. If I give you my jewelry, I will feel like a fool in my own eyes, and that I definitely am not! You are setting a poor example for Teal on how to treat a parent. Sadly, a day may come when he might think that if you can behave that way to me, then it will be perfectly fine for him to behave in the same manner towards you.
I am sorry it has come to this. You pushed and pushed until I told myself, THAT’S IT! NO MORE! ENOUGH!
Believe me when I say this has been an extremely painful decision for me to make, but your actions have forced me to do it. I love you, Jessica, but I definitely do not like how you behave towards me. I shudder at the hatred you exude towards me. Your behavior frightens me.
Your Mother