My Little Girl
The relationship was the worst either of us have had, but you are in such need. I still think about you every day even though you left me traumatized and I never want to ever see you again and I hope you never want to see me again either. I think about you because I still care about your well-being. You're a little confused and desperately sad child in a grown woman's body and I feel like I lost a foster daughter when I finally had to leave you. I love you even though we hurt each other. Sometimes I even miss you. I tried to help you but your self-sabotage tendencies made it impossible for me. I hope you find someone who is strong enough. I'll never get over the loss of you. A year and a half later I still grieve and sometimes cry. My little girl. Please let someone help you.