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Dear Egg Donor,
Thanks for the anxiety.
Thanks for the depression.
Thanks for the self-loathing.
Thanks for making me question everyone’s motives.
Thanks for refusing to tell me who my father is.
Thanks for not believing me when I was in second grade and told you the man at my daycare was molesting me every day.
Thanks for treating me so shittily that I moved out of your house and into a physically abusive boyfriend’s house when I was 16 years old because the physical abuse he put me through was easier to deal with than the emotional abuse you put me through.
Thanks for following me across the country to humiliate me in front of my colleagues at a conference and scream at me that my marital issues are all my fault.
Thanks for cutting me out of your life when I asked for an apology.
Oh wait, those thank you’s were supposed to be fuck you’s. Except the last one. Seriously, thanks for cutting me out of your life. You don’t deserve to be in mine.