Hey there, ‘daddy’. I bet you’re wondering how your ‘little girl’ is doing. Well. I’m doing just fine. I had mom there for me, and boy, am I sorry you missed out on so many things. I mean, if you hadn’t been sick and stupid, maybe things would have been different, or... maybe this is what you wanted. Either way, this is what you got in the end, or as people said, you made your bed and now you have to lie in it. Well, ‘dad’, I hope that prison cot happens to break under your disgusting body one night when you’re thinking of the lives you ruined. Maybe then it’ll click. Maybe then you’ll realize just what your actions cost you.
But no, I didn’t come here to criticize. I wrote this little note, not to make you feel bad or make you think seriously, but to thank you for what your terrible donation to my life gave me.
You gave me understanding, Steve, so I thank you for that. Now when someone has something like this happen to them, I know not to judge them or feel sorry for them, in fact, I know what they need to hear and what they need to do to get help and how to go about it because you put me through it. Another thing I’d like to thank you for is teaching me that I can go to my mom when something’s happened to me. You taught me trust and now I know that I can tell my mom anything, knowing that she’s not going to think I’m weird, judge me, or hold anything against me.
Just for rebuttal’s sake, I will throw one thing in your face while I’m at this. I really want to know what the hell you were thinking, putting your hands where they didn’t belong, where they’d never belong. What would ever possess you to touch what would only bring pain? Not only to one, but to many including myself. Your own flesh and blood; your daughter. I guess you might not understand, or blame it on the alcohol, so I don’t really see a use in ever actually asking you anything with the expectation of an answer. Another thing in my rebuttal that’s a little less harsh, but still might sting a little; you took away my trust for most men. You made me believe that almost every man on the planet was going to do the same thing that you did. But, I guess that’s how I found that girls were okay too, and thank god my mom’s alright with that. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her, so... Thanks for that, at least.
At least you gave me a few things, right? Helped me mentally grow up. Helped me trust my mom more than I may have without you. But you don’t know exactly what you put me through. You’ll never understand the pain you put your daughter through, not even if I tried to beat it through that thick skull of yours. But I wouldn’t do that anyway because of another thing you taught me through the wrong you did. Compassion. Thank you for helping me understand other people’s mishaps, even if the way you showed me was the most messed up. And for the groups and counselors I had to go through and get to know, for all the faces I got to see and memorize, for the friends I have that show me the compassion and respect I show them; thank you.
But for being unfatherly and for never being there when I needed you... When I cried and missed you, when I almost forgave you for what you did even knowing there should be no forgiveness; I despise you. So, from a numb daughter who may forgive you but doesn’t care enough about you to actually hand write this letter that I’ll never send...
Thank you in the most twisted of ways.
-Angela
But no, I didn’t come here to criticize. I wrote this little note, not to make you feel bad or make you think seriously, but to thank you for what your terrible donation to my life gave me.
You gave me understanding, Steve, so I thank you for that. Now when someone has something like this happen to them, I know not to judge them or feel sorry for them, in fact, I know what they need to hear and what they need to do to get help and how to go about it because you put me through it. Another thing I’d like to thank you for is teaching me that I can go to my mom when something’s happened to me. You taught me trust and now I know that I can tell my mom anything, knowing that she’s not going to think I’m weird, judge me, or hold anything against me.
Just for rebuttal’s sake, I will throw one thing in your face while I’m at this. I really want to know what the hell you were thinking, putting your hands where they didn’t belong, where they’d never belong. What would ever possess you to touch what would only bring pain? Not only to one, but to many including myself. Your own flesh and blood; your daughter. I guess you might not understand, or blame it on the alcohol, so I don’t really see a use in ever actually asking you anything with the expectation of an answer. Another thing in my rebuttal that’s a little less harsh, but still might sting a little; you took away my trust for most men. You made me believe that almost every man on the planet was going to do the same thing that you did. But, I guess that’s how I found that girls were okay too, and thank god my mom’s alright with that. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her, so... Thanks for that, at least.
At least you gave me a few things, right? Helped me mentally grow up. Helped me trust my mom more than I may have without you. But you don’t know exactly what you put me through. You’ll never understand the pain you put your daughter through, not even if I tried to beat it through that thick skull of yours. But I wouldn’t do that anyway because of another thing you taught me through the wrong you did. Compassion. Thank you for helping me understand other people’s mishaps, even if the way you showed me was the most messed up. And for the groups and counselors I had to go through and get to know, for all the faces I got to see and memorize, for the friends I have that show me the compassion and respect I show them; thank you.
But for being unfatherly and for never being there when I needed you... When I cried and missed you, when I almost forgave you for what you did even knowing there should be no forgiveness; I despise you. So, from a numb daughter who may forgive you but doesn’t care enough about you to actually hand write this letter that I’ll never send...
Thank you in the most twisted of ways.
-Angela
