Daddy’s Girl

All I knew was I rather you never came back into my life. This mess that you left me with, the debt, the scarred wrists, the disappointment, the frustration, the broken heart - all because of you, father.

You who left me when I was just seven. You who came and went as you pleased, hurting my mother and ruining my brother’s respect in men.

You who promised me the world, bought me gifts to buy my love, cried wolf times and times again. You who filled me with both love and hate, you who had me defending you against my grandfather and my very own mother. You who had me think otherwise of what everyone else in my family thought of you.

You the liar. You the gambler. You my father.

You who ran away and left me with such debt at such a young age. How can I ever believe you could have done this to me? You my father.

You who should have never left at all. You who should have never came back.

This must be the hardest post I’ve ever written because everything I’ve told everyone else about you becomes lies from today onwards. You who were once my greatest dearest father is now obsolete to me.

I just want a normal father. But how can I not love you? Not hate you? You’re my father.

I didn’t realise the tears that was soaking my pillow.

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Published:
12.6.08 / 6pm
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