It’s tough. I hate seeing you struggle. I hate that you have to deal with all the bullshit at that house. I want you to move out. I don’t want Kyle, Leanh, or Lynn growing up in a household like that. Methheads, drama queens, moochers. You don’t deserve any of that crap being thrown at you. You deserve the best of the best. You’re the greatest person in my world. I’ll get you out of there soon. Everything will be fine in a few months. You’ll have your own place and the punks can grow up in a safe environment. It’s my turn to give back to you now. Just hold on a little longer. Love you Moms.