Lydia,
This is draft like fifty. And I cannot sort my brain enough to say half of what I want to say. Short of I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I spend so much time being miserable and trying to destroy myself that I drag you in with me. It's not fair. They're not your problems. I'm sorry that I hurt you while I hurt myself, you don't deserve that.
You asked me a lot of questions, many I didn't answer. I'm going to try.
Why do I do what I do?
I'm going to try and tell this through a story.... On my fifteenth birthday, I fell out of a window. I was drinking a bottle of vodka and trying to smoke a cigarette without setting off a smoke detector, and I slipped. I broke my leg so badly that I was in the hospital for a week. They had to break my other leg to stop my growth..
My mother, when she came to check on me, looked down at me and shook her head. She pursed her lips and said "Erin, you spend so much time trying to get people to notice you, that you don't have any time to notice yourself."
She was right.
I do what I do to prove to myself that I'm worthy of being loved. It's stupid and ridiculous and completely contrary to everything anyone I've ever loved has said to me, but I do it anyway. When I was hanging from the window I new i was being stupid, when I was kissing Chi I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn't stop myself. I can't.
Do I care?
Of course I care. I want nothing more than to be a source of joy to those I love, not pain. I want nothing more than to have you be happy, and my existence be a part of that. I try so hard, and I know you see it, to be a help. To give gifts, and help my neighbors, to be a friend and a comfort. I think most of the time I succeed.
Why do I act like I don't care?
This one is a lot harder. Because whenever I do something wrong.. I feel it. I feel guilt and shame, uncertainty and self hate. I just.. can't let anyone else see that. Part of me thinks there is nothing wrong with flirting and kissing and being the fool. And had I not gotten married, I don't think there would be. I'm young. Very young. And I was married when I was barely eighteen...
Now, however, it is wrong. It's wrong and I should care. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't drink as much as I do, and I should stay inside the inn, and I'm sorry. But, to get the record straight... I never walk home alone, I never walk alone late at night. I don't put myself in fights, and I have kept out of trouble...
I don't know. I feel myself talk around in circles, and... Look, I've never been accountable to anyone in my life. My parents sent me off to school, I never really had close friends. I don't know how to do this. I am bad at it. I'm sorry that I sometimes don't take you into consideration when I do things. I wish I could just wake up tomorrow and be able to be the kind of person you need me to be. You're so much better at understanding what people need. What to do and what to say. You're so much better at being a good person.
I respect you, I look up to you. I wish I was able to think of others like you so and relate. I wish I was able to just.. express myself in ways that don't hurt other people. From the moment I was hanging out that window, I doomed myself to a life of this.
I'm not going to promise you I'll change. I want to, but I can't handle another broken promise about myself. Plus, when I was trying that for Sebastian you told me I should only change for myself. I believe that. i do want to only change for myself. And I want to stop hurting you.
Please accept my apology, I know I was... terrible to you. It was horrible of me to ask you what I did to try and... whatever I was trying to do. I just want things to go back to the way they were. back when we used to talk to each other and things never got this far. I feel like at some point it wasn't okay anymore for either of us to open up to the other. I don't want that to be the case anymore.
Much love, your sister,
E