イラスト・マンガの投稿&SNSサイト - アートストリート(ART street) by MediBang

If you can even call him one...
You’ve said you’d always be there for me...
You said you’d help me if I needed it...
You said I was amazing and nothing could change that...
You said you’d stay forever...
You said you would never hurt us...
That was 6 years ago...
Now you never call...
Now you never come to anything of mine...
Now you know nothing about me...
Now you don’t care...
Now you lie to me, my sister, my brother, my mother...
Now I regret calling you father.
You can go without caring about us and being there for us, I can play your game too. I don’t want to talk to you, see you, even acknowledge you’re even there.
You always sound drunk or when you’re on the phone. You promise so much but never go through with it. You’re not legally able to take us anywhere. I’m glad. I’m glad you don’t live with us anymore. I’m glad you didn’t put your name on my sisters birth certificate. And that’s my doing since I was sick and you rushed me to the hospital...
I was sick...
He was mentally sick...
And he’s such a toxic person...
That I learned to block him out...
He hit my brother who was 3-4 at the time...
You hit and screams at my mother for the longest time...
You mentally scarred me with a damn belt and all the things you said to the people I loved!...
You don’t deserve my love...
I hate that people say that I was a “Daddy’s Girl”
I am now my own person who can make her own decisions...
So I don’t feel like talking to you anymore.
You need to learn
That your “children” don’t care anymore
You haven’t been here
So why should we care at this point?
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