Dear Daddy.

You’ve hurt me. This time, I don’t know if I have the strength to forgive you. I know I will never forget what you’ve done. You no longer have 4 daughters. You only have me. Maybe not even that. The only reason I stand up for you is because I’m confused, and shocked, and I honestly don’t know what to think about our family anymore. You know, the family you broke?
You always said that we were the ones that hurt you. That we’ve “cut you deep”, were you planning on losing control? Or do you honestly regret it. I think it’s a little bit of both.
You say that you’ve had a hard childhood, well now, thanks to you, so have I. I find myself reflecting on past memories and realising how cheap you are, how hypocritical. How sharp and venom filled your words are. You turned on me because I didn’t want to jump. I turned on you because you left bruises.

I don’t miss you. I don’t even know if I love you, or if I ever want to see you again.

Dearest Daddy.

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