So I heard about your awful situation. You're getting booted out of your grandparents' house for two weeks. I heard your mom's house is more of a junkyard than I'd last seen, and unhygienic at that, so I assume that you do not want to go back there. You're asking friends if you can stay with them for those two weeks.
I've known that your grandparents have a twisted method of ensuring your wellbeing. Their method is not actually helpful; it's destructive. I've known that I can't trust them with your recovery. Yet I had to have faith that you could depend on them for at least your basic needs. With this decision, that faith is now shattered.
You know how I've been saying that I can't get angry? I'm angry. I'm going to pat myself on the back for recovering so much that I can now get angry. Alright, done, now I'm going to explain, I am very cross with your grandparents right now. On top of ruining my life by misguiding you, now they're dropping you for two weeks because they think you're a nuisance? I don't care what the details are. They can fucking afford to keep you under their roof until you move for college! In fact, after they removed me from your life, I think you're their damn responsibility!
That said, I'd be happy to house you. I'll take the responsibility for you back. I'd give all the diplomacy I've got to get my mom to let you stay. Forget about the restraining order. If you were staying with me, I know you wouldn't turn that on me for no reason, and I know that I have learned too much to give you a reason.
However, a friend of yours told me not to expect you to consider asking me. I guess that means that, unsurprisingly, you're not any better. Still, I pray that you will take the chance to talk to me if your options run out. I just want you to be safe and sound, whatever course of action you choose. Take care, dear.
