Dear My Future Husband,
I don't really want to talk about this, but I know that I need to get it out of my system. I didn't even know who to talk about it with, who to address it to really, but I figured since you're supposed to be my best friend, it should be you. I don't know how to say this without being completely obvious, but I'll try my best. I no longer feel at home. Instead, I feel as if I should feel guilty for who I am in this place. I am often looked upon as being able to afford what others can't and have often experienced the obligation to provide for those based these silent declarations. Vague, I know, but when I really tell you in the privacy of my home, you will understand.
Basically, I am borderline being taken advantage of because of where I stand today. According to those, I am not allowed to ask for help, because I should never need it. I should never be of need because everything will be handed to me. I don't deserve the freebies of others because I should be one giving away. So when I do need, I am the one at fault. When I do seek, I am the one to blame. The good things I have done don't count. It doesn't that I have remained humble, considerate, and respectful. It matters where I came from and what I represent. I don't deserve to be taken care of.
Simply, because it wouldn't be fair to someone else and I am too privileged.
Love,
