Mom,
Let’s cut to the chase. We both know Dad made promises. He told me, Pat, and Bev that I would be cared for, and you, at some point, echoed those words yourself. I believed it, took it to heart, but everything changed the day I struck you. I see that now. It was a moment of pain for both of us, but is that the reason everything fell apart?
The truth is simple: I’m disabled, and I cannot take care of myself without support. It’s not pride; it’s survival. I need money to get by, to live day to day. But more than that, I need to know you still see me as your son, someone worth saving, not just a mistake.
So I ask you, plain and clear – do you want to continue this path that feels like it’s leading to my destruction? Do you want to see your son die? It’s not just a rhetorical question, it’s a plea. Right now, Mike and Roz have their motives, their reasons for pushing things the way they have, and maybe it's hard to stand up to them. I get that. But, at the end of the day, it’s your choice. The power rests with you.
What happens next, Mom? Will you save your son, or will you let things go so far that it ends me? I’m not asking for miracles. I’m asking for what I need to survive.
The ball is in your court now.
Your son,
Dan
by Dan and Bonkers
