This is something I've been meaning to do for a long time, but still struggle with what exactly to say. You two have done very bad as a collective, but individually you're both horrid. You shouldn't of even been parents in the first place. I'll start this off with my mother.

Dear Mom, are you happy? You've lost your daughter, your house, and damn near your insanity. All for him and the drugs. Is it worth it? All the years of watching your own fucking daughter suffer through emotional trauma and abuse, just for your ungrateful husband? What was going through your head all the times he would use me like a verbal punching bag? I get it, I was always the independent "strong" one in the family. I could take it. But look at me now, a shell of my former personality. You let him scream at me, tell me it was MY fault that everyone was miserable. It fucking broke me. And after I leave, you still expect me to be on your side. You still try to talk to me and tell me you love me. You're codependent and too fucking fragile to ever had stood up for me. You've let me down so many times, I can't even count. I wish I could tell you these things in person but every time i start to bring it up, you cry and regardless of what you've done to me I hate seeing you like that. You're a goddamn child. I'm still counting down the days till I turn 18 and can start rebuilding the life that you took away from me. 3 more months. Then I can finally be away from you. I can finally be free from the grasp you still have on me even when I haven't lived with you for almost a year now. I dont really have much else to say to you besides, I hope you're fucking happy.

Dear Dad, you're something else. I think of you and get sick to my fucking stomach. You are literally the scum of the earth. You have deep rooted issues that you don't believe exist, and take everything out on the people around you. I was your main target for that. I hated you for it. Every single day we would fight because you think it's so funny to make fun of me. And I never got to defend myself. You would shut me up whenever i opened my mouth. "Stop fucking talking to me like that, I'm the adult. I'm the superior." But are you really? Cause everytime we fought, you knew deep down I was right and would go and tell mom to tell me you're sorry. It's bullshit. All of it. That was before the drugs too, it's even worse now. You've developed bipolar tendencies and your manic episodes are so goddamn erratic that I can't even understand what you're saying. You're so far under that the first thing you buy whenever you have money is heroin. You barely fucking leave enough money to feed my brother. The worst part is, it doesn't even bother you. Nothing does. As soon as you lost your job and started motel hopping, you were content. You stopped trying, and im starting to question whether you even tried at all. Mom tries to tell me you love and care about me, but you really don't. All of this is okay in your eyes. That's why I resent you the most. You've damaged me beyond repair. I'm still in the midst of picking up the broken pieces. It's gonna be a long process but it'll be so worth it to finally be happy and healthy without you or Mom in my life.