I wish you can see how far I’ve gone without you. I wish you can see how happy I am with my sister, my mother, grandparents, and uncle. I wish you could finally get through your thick skull that I don’t need. I never needed you.
You were the one who walked away, but yet you continue to blame my mother, who from day one, the time I was born, had worked to pay the bills. You continue to taunt her and tell her that she was a horrible mother for raising her children to be free-spirited individuals. We were raised to have the best life can offer. Not material things, of course, we were never very well off. That child support never did us any good either ($100 for two growing girls?). No, my mother educated us. She taught us to read and to write, and by the time we went into kindergarten, we were so prepared. Where were you? Oh, I know, you were with that woman. You were with another family. You were supporting another family. You raised another son and another two girls who weren’t even yours. What? Were we not good enough?
I use to think that things just never worked out between you and mom. To my surprise (and sudden realization), you hurt her by going with other women. Was she not good enough? Because I’m pretty sure my mom was pretty awesome then, and she’s still awesome now. She’s a psychiatric social worker, Pop. Yup. When was the last time you held a position like that for twenty years? She was pretty out of your league anyway. That’s why you went with for women like that. Like they rather give their body up to the world than dedicate it to one person. You, father, do not have the classiest taste in woman. I’m happy that I’ve lived with such a woman for the fifteen years of my life.
All my teaching and my values are from my mother. But I have learned one thing from you. You taught me to be strong. You taught me to not let people like you get in my way. Thank you. Now, I’ll be going back to boarding school this September. One of the top five prestigious boarding schools of the nation. And my sister? Going to one of the top high schools of the state. My mom? Oh, she’s fine, working hard as always. She’s single and happy at the very moment, a smile on her face everyday.
Good luck, Pop, with your miserable marriage, those two girls already doing God knows what when you aren’t looking. Say I love you to my sweet little brother. I hope he doesn’t end up like you. And I’ll pray for my older brother who you have already thoroughly brainwashed over the years.
Thanks, Pop, for all the things you’ve done. I’m done with it. I’m done. See you when I’m married and successful.
– The girl who’s supposed to be your daughter