Dear Daddy

I fucking hate you,
you piece of shit.
Love,
Me



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  1. Tiger in the Year of the Tiger

    Sugabelly, dear, please relax.

    Hate is an all-consuming emotion, and except backed by a concrete and clear-eyed action plan for swift vengeance, I find it to be a rather destructive emotion.

    The hater is more often than not the one who ends up being destroyed, as is so eloquently expressed in these words: “A Rattlesnake, if Cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is – a biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves”. ~E. Stanley Jones

    Biko, let it go…

  2. Godam5

    Hee, hee, hee.

    My dad was pretty lousy, himself. Went through the trouble of living with us, never wanting to do anything for us or buy us anything, or even cook us food when Mom wasn’t around to do it, always shoved us away, and then somehow expected respect from us, regardless…

    All of this went on until I turned 18, and after which point, my second week starting college, he moved out of the house, and he visited Nigeria again (from the States, where I am) to divorce Mom from way over there. He did all that to avoid divorcing Mom earlier and paying child support for me.

    Can’t bring myself to hate him, though, although it would have been a far better, healthier emotion to have than having a sense of regret for no reason whatsoever. I sure wish we still weren’t getting his collection calls or his junk mail. yeah.

    Don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel. 🙂


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