You’re a piece of shit. I hate everything about you and I hope that you really DO have pulmonary fibrosis. I hope you suffer in the worst way possible, and then die. Alone.
I blame you for so many things that are wrong with me. My chronic shyness to the point of being withdrawn, my issues with all men, my abandonment issues, my paranoia that everyone will hurt me, my incredibly low self-esteem, and the giant hole that I will NEVER be able to fill.
You were supposed to be my Dad, you bastard. Youre the second “dad” who has failed me.