Dear Daddy.
Hope you're well, wherever you are.
I'm doing fine. Twenty one now. I wonder if you even know that. Held down a job for three and a half years, I wonder if you've ever had one that long... As credible as a farm hand and a male stripper goes, that is.
I'm doing well, you know.... Grew up good, not that you're interested to know.
Been living on my own for a few years. It's hard, but I'm fortunate enough to have a parent who helps me out a little.
I wonder if you have anything planned for Sunday.
You shouldn't. You should probably spend Sunday by yourself, reflecting on why your children aren't around you.....
Though.. maybe the other kids will be with you. Maybe they are appreciative for you being their father... I wouldn't know.
I wouldn't know much.
Anyway. Not much to say, stranger... But I am thinking about you.
Everything that you've done... not for me.. but to me.. by not being there for me....
More in my life is caused by your absence than I care to admit. And I want you to know that, even though theres nowhere for me to send this, there's no way you'll ever know.
Everyday since I was seven years old.. you have walked away from me.
every single day, you walk further away. And I want you to know that every single day I am faced with the reality that my daddy doesn't fucking love me.
Talk about a complex.
Fuck you, daddy.
You can have part of one of my daddy's. Just know... and I know you know... nothing will replace a daddy but your mamma loves you that much more and so do your friends
im sending you hugs.
Lexy,
I came here from MBlog. And again, you're not alone. I will be sending this to a friend of mine. We tend to share in similiar troubles with our fathers, and this was well written, for what it was.
Thank you,
thank you Rich, I appreciate it.
I'll be sure to come back and check up on things!