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Hi De.
Despite what you did to me, the sexual abuse, the emotional abuse, the putting me down because you can't admit that a small, squeaky girl topped you at your own game... A tiny part of my heart will miss our good times, or what good times we had.
I am in a new place now, beginning a new life. People know me by a different name now, but everything else about me is the same. I just don't feel like I fit in yet. I am not the majority race, and because of my being biracial, I never will be. They can speak in their own native languages, they can relate to similar music and culture. Like how my roommate has struck a chord with a nice young man because they were of the same race, and I became a third wheel the moment I could not understand their language. It happens everywhere, and I feel I cannot find my partner here. I hope that will change, that someone can accept me for who I am. No matter what you say, you never really did accept me. I was perfect, but I was stupid. I was perfect, but I was too chubby. I was perfect, but it was "my races" that beat you, not me. Not my hard work, my secret tears, my passion, my dreams. You had no dreams, you were going nowhere... no matter how I helped you.
I hope you enjoy college. I was so happy you got into college that I teared up a little- and I think you know me, I try to hold back those tears from you so much. Please change and look for the perfect person for you. I will be doing the same for myself.
Love,
Ray