I can no longer remember your face.
When I was younger you where there. Not always there but a little thought in the back of my mind. I HATED how you came around when you felt like it. I know you told me it was my moms fault you weren’t constant, but till this day I do not believe that to be fact.
Just like you said how you number never changed, nor did my grandmothers, you could have called her any day. Found out where we where and took us away. Do you know how much pain we went through?
No, I guess not since you never bothered with us. Just made excuse after excuse.
Dear Dad , I do not remember you. I do bot remember your voice, your smile, your eyes. I Do remember your anger and your lies.
I guess it is my fault I hold on to such a grudge but I made the mistakes of my mother and laid with someone I didn’t love.
Now I have a daughters whose father she don’t know. She don’t know his face, his eyes, the way he smiles over silly things. No all she remembers is the pain of him never being around.
Broken promise after promise.
Sounds familiar to me now.
Dear Dad, I hate you.
But I guess you knew that.
Or maybe you didn’t because you delude yourself into thinking I was never created. I am just a figment of your demented imagination.
Do you know my favorite color or my favorite song? Do you remember my best friends name or what first made us get along? I told you all this a million times but did you listen?
I wish you had left me spattered on the bed sheets but then I wouldn’t have my baby girl.
Dear Fuckbutt, I despise you.
How dare you do her like he do. She deserves so much better than some well wishes. She fucking deserves her fathers kisses. I do not need no imagined truths. Tell her what you post online, don’t you know she needs you???
Wrote a letter to my father but inside I meant you.