by Lostfairy » Fri Sep 14, 2018 6:03 am
Dear Dad,
Ohhhh wow. Pulling that good ol’ card again. It’s getting real old real fast.
Mom says thanks for offering to do something and you mock her in the stupidest unfunny way? So then I try to defend my mom because I love her and she loves me and I say, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
And RIGHT AWAY, you get so flipping defensive and say “You know, -insert my name-, you read way too much in my little comments. You need to lighten up.”
Excuse me?
Lighten up? I read too much into what you say?
Oh really. I do, huh? So you have NEVER ever read way too much into a comment I say that’s supposed to be funny and lighthearted and you just totally blow it over the top and overreact.
You’re such a hypocrite.
What has happened between us, Dad? What? We used to spend quality time together and you were interested in me and spoke life into me.
Now, we barely talk, unless it’s some stupid argument, in which case, I hardly talk in cuz you never flippin let me. You’re hardly interested in my life and if you are, you don’t ask me. You ask Mom. Somedays you speak life into me and others, you just tear me apart and bring me to tears. What is going on?!
I keep coming back to the thought that... it’s because I’ve grown up. Whenever you talk to new parents, you say how much you love the early years of kids lives. It makes me take a step back and think, “Do you enjoy your own daughters teen years?” So maybe your frustrated that I’ve grown up and don’t like playing make believe anymore. That I spend time online, drawing, writing (bet you don’t know I do that), talking to my best friends. I play video games, I read books. I’m not a child anymore.
Maybe you don’t like my teen attitude and wish I was young and helpless again.
What happens when, we look back to this year when I’m a full grown adult and I’ve moved away? Will you realize you missed out on my teen years? Or will you give yourself a fake pat on the back cuz you think you did so amazing?
I think... I’m gonna look back and cry. My dad doesn’t seem to love me as much as my other sisters. I rub him the wrong way or something.
I wonder... when I graduate and you give your parent grad speech, what will you say about me? Just generic things? Or actually heart-felt things about my personal self? Do you even KNOW me?
I also think... some people say that girls will marry a guy who’s like their dad.
I sure hope I don’t...
I don’t know if I could handle that.
I need someone who can lift me up and help me through life. I need someone who accepts me and appreciates me and loves me. I need someone who does stuff with me and doesn’t overreact to small things I do.
So... not you, Dad. Not you.
I wish I could give this to you. But I can’t. It’s too much. You’d never understand.
You’d probably just overreact anyway.
I’m heartbroken.
Love you though. Even if you don’t seem to love me.
-your youngest daughter
P.S. Mom has mentioned that before I was born, you had told her that three kids was good and you didn’t want anymore. She had to insist to have me.
You claim you changed your mind about it.
But I sometimes doubt that.