Dear Dad.
Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 5:45 pm
Dear Dad,
"Dad", it feels unnatural to even say that. You're a man that happened to be biologically related to me. I need to get to a grounded and secure place of forgiveness because I can't spend any more of my life hurting over you. We tried, so hard, to help you. Nine years we stood by you and supported you as best as we could but no matter what we did it wasn't enough to help you because you wouldn't help yourself. You stubborn selfish man I hate you for dying. I hate you for torturing me, leading me to a path of self-harm now I'm covered in scars making me ugly to the world and all because of my pain and love for you.
You have paid the price for this as you have now lost your life. You are going to miss out on so much life. You won't get to give me or Lucy away. You won't see Jack become a dad. You wont see me graduate, or marry, or become a mother. You won't become a grandfather so congratulations.
I hate that you died alone, in a chair, in a corner of a dingy room that you called your "home", cigarette stains all over the floor, blood, disgusting. That your quality of life was horribly poor, not eating!! Just drinking. And smoking. Not moving, not cleaning. Cleaning yourself with face wipes what kind of a life is that. You couldn't walk you had lost your mind you were one of those mentally ill homeless people you see on the street, a mind destroyed by that poison, and all for what, a few bottles of wine and a bottle of brandy each day. You disgust me and I am ashamed my father turned into that, found dead, by your carer who gave up on you because you wouldn't do anything to help yourself.
I hate that you weren't the dad I wanted. That I was so secretive about you for so many years. That I protected your dignity all this time because I was a little girl that still loved her daddy. I hate that you will never understand my pain. That you won't ever understand the affect you have had on people, or what it's like to be tortured and tormented by someone so much that you are holding the knife in your hand, arguing with yourself in your head to not plunge it deep down into their heart. Can you imagine what terror must drive someone to feel that way?
I pity you because you have missed out on your own daughters life. You can't see the intelligent, caring, and loving person I am and all the other things I will become. I pity you that you lost your soul at the bottom of a bottle and it ended up killing you. Alone. ALONE.
I mourn not for the loss of your death, but the tragedy of your life. More fool you and all that you have lost. I loved you with every single atom of my heart. It's a pity our love wasn't enough.
Enough with this now. "There is a life to be lived." I have to let go of my past, of you, of all those dark terrifying memories, and look to the future and Never look back. You are such a waste but I forgive you. I have to. You were lost. You were a human and a life, people mess up. You just affected a lot of people in the process, and failed to fulfil the job you signed up for when deciding to have children.
My life is going to reflect everything that your's didn't. This is the end of this chapter..
"The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse."
"Dad", it feels unnatural to even say that. You're a man that happened to be biologically related to me. I need to get to a grounded and secure place of forgiveness because I can't spend any more of my life hurting over you. We tried, so hard, to help you. Nine years we stood by you and supported you as best as we could but no matter what we did it wasn't enough to help you because you wouldn't help yourself. You stubborn selfish man I hate you for dying. I hate you for torturing me, leading me to a path of self-harm now I'm covered in scars making me ugly to the world and all because of my pain and love for you.
You have paid the price for this as you have now lost your life. You are going to miss out on so much life. You won't get to give me or Lucy away. You won't see Jack become a dad. You wont see me graduate, or marry, or become a mother. You won't become a grandfather so congratulations.
I hate that you died alone, in a chair, in a corner of a dingy room that you called your "home", cigarette stains all over the floor, blood, disgusting. That your quality of life was horribly poor, not eating!! Just drinking. And smoking. Not moving, not cleaning. Cleaning yourself with face wipes what kind of a life is that. You couldn't walk you had lost your mind you were one of those mentally ill homeless people you see on the street, a mind destroyed by that poison, and all for what, a few bottles of wine and a bottle of brandy each day. You disgust me and I am ashamed my father turned into that, found dead, by your carer who gave up on you because you wouldn't do anything to help yourself.
I hate that you weren't the dad I wanted. That I was so secretive about you for so many years. That I protected your dignity all this time because I was a little girl that still loved her daddy. I hate that you will never understand my pain. That you won't ever understand the affect you have had on people, or what it's like to be tortured and tormented by someone so much that you are holding the knife in your hand, arguing with yourself in your head to not plunge it deep down into their heart. Can you imagine what terror must drive someone to feel that way?
I pity you because you have missed out on your own daughters life. You can't see the intelligent, caring, and loving person I am and all the other things I will become. I pity you that you lost your soul at the bottom of a bottle and it ended up killing you. Alone. ALONE.
I mourn not for the loss of your death, but the tragedy of your life. More fool you and all that you have lost. I loved you with every single atom of my heart. It's a pity our love wasn't enough.
Enough with this now. "There is a life to be lived." I have to let go of my past, of you, of all those dark terrifying memories, and look to the future and Never look back. You are such a waste but I forgive you. I have to. You were lost. You were a human and a life, people mess up. You just affected a lot of people in the process, and failed to fulfil the job you signed up for when deciding to have children.
My life is going to reflect everything that your's didn't. This is the end of this chapter..
"The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse."