You never taught me to ride a bike, or play guitar, or see me go to prom. All because of the negative decisions you made. Priorities you put before your child. For the last 16 years, I have had nothing to say to you. But now it's time. So, this is what's on my mind and what you need to hear.

I was two sir. I was two! You left me in the kitchen on Christmas eve, so you could get drunk. Living the life. Living the life as a junkie and an alcoholic. I was two years old and you signed me over. Now, I'm not complaining you did, because I've done just fine without you. Two years old when I left for the last time.

I was 4 sir. I was 4 when I started my first day of school, and you missed it, because you decided alcohol was more important than your baby girl. You missed me walking into the classroom and developing my love for education for the first time.

I was 6 sir. I was 6 when I woke up crying, because of the man in my dreams. But it wasn't just a dream. it all had really happened. I was on mommas hip, and waving bye to you for the last time, thank God it was the last time. But sir, this is when I started asking about you. This is when I started wondering about you.

I was 8 sir. I was 8 when I was being bullied. I started hating school, because I was being picked on. But you weren't there to stop them, to go to the school and cause a scene. I didn't go to the daddy-daughter dance because my "daddy" was off somewhere getting his fix.

I was 10 sir. I was 10 when I found my love for music. I started singing Karaoke, I thought you'd be so proud of me if you hadn't signed me over. If I wasn't so much as a "disappointment", These are the kinds of things I kept telling myself, sir. If I was a better baby, you would have stayed.

I was 12 sir. I was 12 when I stared in my first play. I was Lucy, in A Charlie Brown Christmas. I didn't miss a line, sir. You would have been proud of me, but you were probably doing something "better" with your life.

I was 14 sir. I was 14 when I went through my second heart break. Did I mention, you were the first? He broke my heart, I cried for months. I starved myself. All because I didn't know how a man was supposed to treat a woman. I believed the only way for a man to love me, was the way you loved my mom, have her change. So, that's what I wanted to do, change. So the process began. And it didn't stop there.

I was 16 sir. I was 16 when I started to drive. I blacked out while I was driving and I was in and out of the hospital for a year. We thought it could be something I got from your side of the family, but they never found anything. Thanks for checking up on me.

I was 18 sir. I was 18 when I was accepted into 7 colleges, graduated number 8 in my class, became a college cheerleader, and found out you had been in jail for meth. Sir, I'm 18 and done with my first semester of college, you'd be proud, but you've been on the wrong path for too long.

Sir, you would've been so proud of me, but you decided who you were going to be and what you were going to do for yourself long before I came along. So, this one is for you. Thank you for breaking my heart and setting my standards high for being able to ever open up to people again. You disappointed me and hurt me long before a boy ever could.

Despite how it sounds, I'm no longer mad at you. I was, but honestly, I need to say thank you. Thank you for signing me over, for giving up on me, and for not being around the last 16 years, I'm doing great on my own. I just pray every day you make a change in yourself and your life.