I have thought long and hard about whether to write to you or not over the past weeks. I am unsure if you will even read this, or if you will destroy it, unopened. I hope you are reading it – for all that you hate me, and perhaps deservedly so, I am still your mother. I know I have not always been the parent you wanted, especially in recent years, but please believe me when I tell you that since I first discovered I was pregnant with you, I loved you and cared for you to the best of my imperfect ability. I would like to think that counts for something.