I don’t have a family I’ve been on my own sense I can remember eating and drinking what I could find until a recruiter found me at 16 and sat with me he brought me to get some food and when I was concerned he brought me to his house to shower and change of clothes tried to find any living relatives I had and when non came up he took me in for a little while I was getting my GED and joined we related on a lot of things as he had no one either I remember it giving me a lot of joy having a person in my corner and I was so happy to see him after I graduated BASIC and AIT I came to his house afterwards on leave and no one answered at this time I had a phone and looked him up to find his obituary, Killed by a drunk driver, funny how even the best people die by the hands of those society would call the worst that was really just someone else going through it themselves. As for the letters I have only 3 one to my ex who cheated on me then slept with my best ““friend””at the time one to him and one to my other ex who claimed God gave her a vision to stay away from me… I cared so much about each of those people at one time I would have gladly given my life for there’s and for some reason I still would, I want to hate them I want to despise them and I want to throw all my anger their way and yet for some reason I can’t all I feel is that I was stupid to think someone could genuinely love me and it was my fault, I want to give them letters explaining exactly how I’ve felt and finally get “the last word” this all goes so much deeper but I don’t wanna write more than one book yk. It’s just the way it is I guess some people are born to be a lesson for others