Not knowing what having a father is like
Some days I’m happy you’re not in my life. But other days I wonder what it would be like to have that father daughter relationship like everyone else. I don’t hate you, I hate the fact you would rather do drugs and drink other then getting to know me.
I wish you and mom were as perfect as I thought you guys were growing up. But she just covered up your problems so you didn’t look like the bad guy. And as I grew I realized who you were, a selfish big child who would do anything to get a fix. You’ve done drugs with my boyfriends and let them lie to me like you did. You’re suppose to scare them not show them how to get fucked up.
I sat there and watched my mom struggle because I guess you don’t think you need to pay for kids when you have them. Or you would just rather have more kids so they don’t think your a fuck up. I thank you though because now I know what not to look for in a guy. And now my mother has to be the one to scare the boys away.
