Dear Daddy,
You called yesterday, but you didn't even bother to speak to me. Do you know how much that hurts.
You called yesterday to talk to Mom about the insurance covering my stay in the hospital a few months ago. Remember that? It was just a few months ago. I still have anorexia, Daddy. Why don't you care? Don't you want to know if I am doing okay? Or do you assume that I am fine because Mom didn't say anything?
I am not fine. Every night before I fall asleep, I wonder why you don't love me. I wonder why you say the words when you bother to see me, but they are empty. They don't mean a thing. I know you know what love is. You show it to your wife. You love her. I'm not even allowed in your house because she doesn't like me. You're willing to give up your daughter for her. You would be willing to do anything for her. I know I can never make you happy like she can, but I am your daughter. Why can't you love me, even just a little? Do you remember when you used to? Do you remember when we talked and listened to music together, or just went to buy groceries together? Do you remember playing me songs on your guitar when I was a little girl? I heard the song you always played for me on the radio today. I almost cried, but you don't know that. I wonder if you even remember playing that for me.
When people ask me about my parents, I used to talk about you like I was proud to be your daughter. Now do you know what I say? I say you were never there for me, I say that I hate you. You don't care though do you? You're happy aren't you? What about when people ask you about your children? What do you say to that? How do you justify neglecting them just because your wife hates us? Or do you lie and pretend that you're there for us? How can you even say that you are a father? You provided the sperm, but what more do you do for me? How do you fall asleep at night knowing how badly you have hurt your own flesh and blood? I guess it's becase you don't even know. You don't even care to know.
You called yesterday, Daddy, and, in case you were wondering, I am not fine, but I guess you weren't wondering, or maybe you would have asked.
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Your situation with your father is a lot like mine. So this blog really hit home. Today I saw my dad for the first time in two months. The last time I had spoke to him he told me not to go to his house until I could respect his girlfriend. That wouldn't be a problem if my dad hadn't cheated on my mom with this women and to top that, my mom and my dad's girlfriend used to be friends. I really feel for you though. It sounds like you're going through rough times. I hope you have other family and friends to support you during this. I know that if I didn't have my friends and family, I would be long gone. I know that your father is doing a lot of stupid and terrible things, and you must wonder why you deserve it, but I'll tell you what my grandma used to tell me. God knows what he's doing, he sees everything. He knows who's good, and he knows who's bad. You're father will get what's coming to him in the end. I don't mean to sound too harsh, but that is what I personally believe. I hope it helps.
i can't say that i am in the same situation, but my relationship with my father is not the best. my stepmother, however, does sound like ur dads wife. she tells me daily that the day i turn 18, i have to get out and im not allowed to ever step foot on the property again for as long as i live. she is a horrible woman. i care. i care how you are and how you're doing. i care whether you are okay and whether you are getting better. i know it must hurt to have someone that is SUPPOSED to love you unconditionally treat you like that, and i am sorry that you have had to deal with so much. i wish i could say something to make you feel better, but im not sure what to say. i honestly do care, and i really hope things start getting better for you. blessed be.
You are so beautiful, and I hope you get well...We are suffering together...Talk sometime. Muah. Sorry your dad is a maggot.
Sorry you had to experience that. Do you think your perceptions of the world and other relationships were affected by the one with your dad?
F*** Religion. Read more here:
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