Stop trying to pretend that you are still my father. Stop trying to act like there is still a place for me in your heart. I know you don’t love me. It’s plain to see that I’m not your daughter anymore. You keep telling me that things are going to be better and they only get worse. Your promises are empty. Maybe they always have been. When I was little, I looked up to you for everything. I was daddy’s little girl and absolultely nothing could have pulled me away from you. Turns out, I didn’t need anything to pull me away. All you had to do was push. One little push, and it was enough. Now you’re happy. And I’m not. But you don’t care about that. You never really have.
You know, I never really had a mother. From the time I was born until I was seven, she was in school. She worked during the day and went to school at night. You were the only one I had. Honestly, you were the only one I needed. When she got out of school, you lost your job. You said it was because of me. Mom…she just gave up. She wouldn’t talk. You screamed at her and she cried. I hid. Do you remember when I ran away? It took you three hours to realize that I was gone. And now, you still scream. You scream at all of us. You throw things and you hit and you cuss. Mom doesn’t say a word. She really did give up. I lost my mother because of you. And my father is gone too. It is NOT my fault. I can’t believe that I ever thought it was. Nothing I could have done would have made you love me. You’re just a broken human being. You broke us all with you. You made sure that we all suffered just as much as you did whether we wanted to or not. And now… instead of you being better and us all being happy, all you’ve got is a broken family. A wife who thinks she’s worthless because she couldn’t please you. A stepdaughter who would rather be with her alcoholic father. A grandaughter who’s afraid of you. And me, a daughter who can never trust you again. Congratulations.
