412-2015-5915 — MORRIS, Lynne

My Letter to Mrs. Morris, my Pre-School Teacher. This only made things worse between my mother and I. It provided the other's even more of an 'in', but I needed to let it out. She would come into this house and stab my father in the back when I was a child. She would do that right in front of me. That was not very nice, and it's probably common with women.

Then, unknowingly, she undid my initial start here by involving herself again. That was extremely painful at the time because I knew instantly that she permanently derailed everything. Before I had written this letter, she waddled in here again trying to solve problems. All while completely disregarding my person of course. I'll just ignore you, blow some smoke up your ass, and then go tell your mother what to do.

Bless them for they not know what they do? Sounds about right.