Dear Draco,
I hate you! Je vous déteste! Yo odio tú! Ich hasse Sie! L'odio! Ik haat u! Odeio-o! Jeg hater De! I despise you! I dislike you! I abhor you! I scorn you! I detest you! I loathe you!
Just because I can use big fancy words too doesn't make them any truer. Don't you think for one second you can choose what I will and won't do with my life. Those are my decisions, mine only! You lost those privileges by running away.
Get over yourself. You say you are doing this for the well being of our family?
What a load of shit!
What family are you talking about? The family you have imagined us to be in your mind or the one we actually are, a father playing pretend in Africa, a mother who is mentally unstable, and a daughter who is but a wisp of disturbed air?
That is who we are. You do not get to paint pretty pictures of us in your mind of a beautiful wife who is waiting for the ok to get a new boy toy and the perfect daughter while I have to live the harsh reality. The world doesn't work that way.
Why do you get to be all noble and say that I can move on? Why do you get to decided what is the right thing to do for me? You are so selfish!
You say you are too scared to accept the responsibility to become a father? Suck it up. I didn't make myself pregnant we both did. This `family' is a joint responsibility. Kids do not come with manuals. You make it up as you go along.
I'm sick and tired of saying all the nice words and hoping that maybe one day you will come home. Screw that. You come home in a week or me and Fleurdelis go to Africa and drag you home.
You choice.
You can come face your past now, but remember even if you try to outrun it, you will never be able to. It will always come back to haunt you. It is a part of you then, now, and for the rest of you life.
In the spirit of true love,
Ginny Malfoy
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