Use To...
I figured it was about time to have a conversation. (Not). Anyways, I feel like I need to get this out. I haven't seen you in... 2 years? I haven't talked to you in months... I understand meeting someone half way, but I'm tired of that. I have to meet you past half way. I mean, for God's sake! You're my father! You're suppose to make an effort, you're my dad... I'm suppose to say, yeah my dad is awesome! But no, when someone asks what you're like? All I can say is "Well, I'm not sure? I use to know..." Don't you care about me? You use to be my hero. I use to brag how you were in the Army, how you helped people. Were never too busy to hang out with me, take me camping. Yeah, when I was a kid, you were the coolest dad. But now, well... How's your new girlfriend? I hear she has a son. Do you play the daddy figure with him? I use to defend you, you know? I would tell everyone you were just going through a rough patch, that was all. And yeah, you come and visit. It use to be twice a year, now it's once... I don't know. You talk to me... When the guilt hits you or someone tears you a new one. The only thing I can rely on you on is Child Support. Oh! That's right, I heard what you said to Grandma! You told her you wanted to stop paying it, or at least only pay half of it. What's that I hear, oh yeah, YOU LAUGHED ABOUT IT. Don't you know we really on it? WE: As in your three children. Or did you forget about us?
Well, I'll be seeing you.
Oh, and merry Christmas.
In the end, I decided to send this letter to my father. As expected, he didn't respond. But that's okay. I have an awesome mom who fills in his role too.