Dear bully,
I'm sorry that you feel threatened by me.
I am sorry that you blame me for a lot of your problems.
I'm sorry that you think my life is perfect and yours isn't. (My life is far from ideal let alone perfect.)
I'm sorry that you don't feel comfortable coming to me about things I "have done" to you.
I'm sorry you feel like I don't love you.
But the fact is this: I don't love you.
I don't even like you.
But for the sake of many, I tolerate you and do my best to not cause more problems or hurt.
When you are nearby, I paint on a smile and pretend that everything is fine.
The truth: It's not fine.
You have hurt me!
You have hurt my family!
You have taken too little time to get to know me.
You don't know who I am.
You don't know my likes and dislikes.
You just know the protector and defender side of me, which you call bullying and other names.
I have tried to get to know you.
I have tried to be nice.
I have come to events to support you and your family.
I reached out to you when you were going through a hard time, but you turned me away.
I have even begged for your forgiveness for what I have done to you.
I have forgiven you, even when you haven't apologized.
And yet, you still attack me.
You still call me names.
You still say I'm the reason for your hardship.
You still ignore me.
You still glare at me when we are together.
You still talk about me behind my back as if I would never find out.
You post about me on social media, thinking that because we aren't "friends" I won't hear about it.
You still complain about me to your spouse.
You still say that I am hurting you, even though I'm not doing anything.
I'm sorry our relationship has become what it is now.
I always hoped that we could lean on each other and help each other.
I hoped that we would become sisters because I never had an older sister to help and guide me.
I hoped that we would share favorite movies, books, music, clothes, etc.
I hoped that we would have our kids grow up together and share funny stories later in life.
But it is not to be.
Because you have hurt me and held onto a pointless, unhealthy grudge.
You probably will never see this.
But if you do, my wish is that you will let your hatred go.
Let go of the hurt.
Open up to me.
Be open up to the possibility that I'm not who you think I am in your mind.
I understand you are hurting and struggling.
Let me help.
I never meant to hurt you.
I still don't mean to hurt you.
But you have hurt me and continue to do so.
And so I say, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for you.
Sincerely,
Me
