Not My Inhibitor

My Dearest Instructor,

 

What do I say to something that has single- handedly been able to change my entire perspective on life, even though I've never touched it first hand?

I would like to think the answer would be thank you.

A big snide, scornful and sarcastic thank you filled with the venom of a thousand snakes of course.

Thank you, for eradicating my grandmother's memory, further advancing her already thriving alzheimer's.

I am much obliged to you for ripping my uncle from me, slowly and painfully killing his liver first, the rest of him following suit.

Bless you for aiding my aunt in her ignorance of all responsibility that came within an inch to being called her own, ridding herself of fourteen unborn in the process. The biggest of all?

I owe you big time for restricting my own mother from  her three children, daughters no less, for a whole four years of my life.

So, much gratitude is owed to you, because I have seen what you can do first hand.

I gladly consent to receive many a thing you have instilled within me. So, for the next few expressions of gratitude, I mean them sincerely.

Hats off to you, for those nights I waited up for my mom.

Because when I grew tired of waiting, I began. I committed to memory the skills it takes to solve problems on my own.

Independence is a widely accepted trait.

I salute you for making my aunt abandon all apparent responsibility. Seeing her ignore her duties ignited a fire within me to pick up the slack on mine.

My priorities are in the most unsurpassed order because of you.

My uncle got into some terrible things before he passed on, knee deep in debt, wanted dead by a few all thanks to you.

Thanks for that lesson. I don't need you to get my thrills in life.

It is evident in my life that you are an educator, and a fine one at that.

My final statement of appreciation will with any luck, encompass all of the guidance that I've acquired from you throughout my days.

Cheers to you for swaddling my family members in your facade of a promising, beautiful future with you.

Alcohol, I pour a glass full and raise it to you for being my family's inhibitor, only to send it crashing to the ground because I refuse to let you be mine.

Your most thankful student,

Jayvilin Davis

 

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