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Monday, February 4, 2008
Dear Mom
I know we're closer than most mother and daughters that I've seen. I have alot of respect for you, and I'm so thankful for everything you've done for my sisters and I. and I'm also thankful that you've let me live in your house while I've been going to school and working.. I don't know why, but I have so much guilt in my stomach.. for keeping secrets from you. Secret one.. I got a tattoo. Its really cool! You'd totally dig it! Its the star that makes Super Mario invensible in the game! its awesome.. its on my lower left arm, almost near my wrist.. I hate feeling like I have to hide it from you by wearing sweaters when you walk in the room, or covering it up super quick.. I know I'm an adult now, but I still feel as if you're going to attack me! Secret two.. I know I promised you, God, and myself, I'd wait until I marry to have sex.. but my fiance and I have been sexually active since, well, pretty much the whole four years we've been together.. but don't worry! I'm being smart about it! I'm on the pill! We waited for each other, so don't worry he's my only partner, and I his. I'm just so scared to tell you these things in real life, because, I don't want you to hate me forever. I love you mom. You are my hero, and I don't want to disappoint you in anyway. I just have to get this off my chest somehow
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