A letter to my dad I'll never send.

You wonder why I don't usually answer the phone, and yet when I do, you talk down to me. I dread conversations with you because I know you'll try and act superior to me in some way. Or you'll sound domineering and I refuse to let you think you have power and control over me. I'm not a kid anymore and I stand up for myself now. I'm writing this because tonight, you hung up on me after I called you by your name, something which I have always done. But for some reason, suddenly, you have an issue with it. If you wanted me to call you dad, you should have acted like one...

Cliché but true!
Cliché but true!

You judge and yet you barely know anything about me. I don't tell you much, because I know nothing I do will ever be good enough in your eyes. I was never good enough. Yet I'm a better person than you. You're not good enough.

You never gave me any guidance or asked what career I wanted and yet you were so disappointed that I didn't turn out to be a teacher just like your girlfriends daughter. Well, I'm disappointed that I didn't happen to have a good father. You didn't care what I wanted to be, I should have just been a teacher, right? Just like YOU would have wanted. So that you didn't have to feel ashamed of me.

You know you've never even told me you love me? Maybe your own monster of a father made you like this (which is a whole other story) But maybe this is just who you are regardless. Either way, you've gone through life treating people like shit. Putting them down. My mother clearly hasn't wanted you for many years yet you still grope her if you see her. Even though you have a long term girlfriend. You disgusting dip shit.

A letter to my dad I'll never send.

Like my mother, I refuse to be controlled or belittled by anyone, let alone you. You, who abused my mother physically and verbally and I can't forget that. You, who fought with my mother in front of me and my brother when we were kids. You didn't help to raise me at all. Just after I was born, you told my mother that you "Can't be doing with babies." You also told her you didn't want her to need you. You think you can judge me? You're a sperm donor. Merry Christmas, "Dad".

A letter to my dad I'll never send.
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