For 26 years you've made up half of my genetic amazingness, yet my thoughts on you are not so flattering ig you could say. You have never given me your time, money or love. The one thing you gave me was consistency, you were consistently not there, and now I’m left with the emotional problems not you. I've never even received a birthday card from you, heard your voice or even have a slight clue to what you look like now. "My dad" seems such a strange phrase to me, but that is what you are. We have never had a conversation, and I suppose this is the closest I will get to having one with you. I often ponder the idea of meeting you, wondering how I’d react. Would I be mad? Grateful? CoNfUsEd?Who knows. I wish I could say I don’t waste any thoughts on you, but after 26 years I still haven’t learned my lesson tehehe. I don’t even know what I expect from you anymore, answers would nice ig. But, as an adult, I do judge you. You weren't some teenage kid or an unsure 20-odd-year-old. Right after you left you started another family, one that was good enough for your liking. Old enough to know better. Old enough to know your own mind. Old enough to take responsibility. How weak of you. How irresponsible of you. How selfish of you. I wonder if you ever think of the family that you will never know. I just can’t grasp the fact how you can create something and just turn your head the other way. No I don’t know the full story and I’m sure there’s more to it, but it’s been 26 years you shall forever be at fault for this mess you’ve created! MARCH 13 SHALL NOW BE NATIONAL DADDY ISSUE DAY that is all thank you my lords.
Honestly if I could take like a year off work I bet I could come up with a great dungeon and dragons novel