• I have to go

    by  • February 24, 2010 • Parents • 0 Comments

    Dad,

    You hurt me everyday. I see you in a drunken stupor and I can’t help but feel pity, pain, and a little disgust at the way you act and go about your life.

    You aren’t a MEAN drunk, but you are a sad one. Seeing you cry over mom is too much to bear. THAT is why I cannot live with you anymore. I know that I am only 17, but I need to get away from you and your constant ravings about how SHE left you and about how I am the spitting image of her.

    You don’t understand that she left me too when she went away to New York. She left me alone here with you when I was 12 and you don’t understand that EVERY time that you talk about HER, I feel pain too. You don’t understand that although I may be the spitting image of her, I am NOT her! I sometimes wish that I COULD be, but I’m not, and there is nothing that is going to change that.

    She left, and she didn’t even bother to take me with her. Now, it is MY turn to leave…MY turn to walk away…MY turn to be a selfish bitch leaving my family behind.

    It is FINALLY MY turn.

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