Let me explain: For Thanksgiving (2018) my calculus teacher assigned us to make a thank you letter to our parents that would be mailed to them on exactly Thanksgiving. My parents just got divorced, and are currently living at separate addresses. I wrote two pages to my dad about how much he’s taught me, how I’m who I am to him, everything you would expect. I had some friends and even my favorite teachers to read over it to make sure it was perfect, and I ended up making My english and anatomy teacher well up, along with a few classmates cry. I poured my absolute heart into this letter. I turned it in with confidence that I said what I wanted my dad to know. After all, I love him to death.

Here’s the problem: I didn’t write anything for my mom. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t stretch to write a paragraph, much less a page. I wouldn’t budge to fake it, or write some generic garbage as a nice gesture. I don’t know if it was bitterness, spite, or just negative parts of our relationship taking focus of anything I was thankful for.

 My dad received his letter Thanksgiving day, and he loved it. He asked if he could show his friends how great his son was and whatnot. My mom didn’t get anything that day. To be fair, she doesn’t even know about the letter and she doesn’t know that I couldn’t write half a page of nice things about her. However, she loves me and I don’t think It’s fair that I silently resent her. I feel like I’m the only one in the family that she really has right now, and she probably needs someone to love her right now.

AITA?

