Dear You,
Why do I feel guilty for telling you off when for eleven years you were hardly ever around? Why is it, that even when I tried to show you I could be aggressive, I still end up hurt? Almost as if every word was reflected back.
Maybe I should have put more thoughts in my words. Maybe I hoped you would actually look at me as a daughter who just need her dad and then be around more, and not take my words and do as I demanded you to do.
A part of me feels awful, for speaking to you in such a away. A part relieved. I am not sure if I regret telling you you are a bad father. It is the truth. Maybe I clinged onto that childish hope that you would come around more often. Maybe I thought that the past eleven years were all just a bad dream. That one day I would wake up and you would be there again. Maybe I thought, once you knew the truth, you would change.
I think, what really happened, is it was like letting you off the rope that forced you around here. Maybe having a dad that was hardly around was better then this guilt.
~Heavenly_Fear~
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