To the "father" that walked out on me.

I hope you're happy. I hope your life is grand. I hope she's worth it.

Does it even fathom you how much you've hurt me over the years? Does anything I say have any impact on how you chose to live your life? Does she really matter that much more to you than your own children? To ruin the relationships any good father would want with his kids? To constantly bicker about things she has done for her own selfishness without even an apology?
I've heard you almost disown your son for this woman's own selfishness. For the respect you think she deserves.

You're blind. You're blind to the bullshit. You're blind to see how your actions have influenced every word that has come out of my mouth. You left us. You moved constantly until you found her. Sure that's a good thing, but you can't make an effort to see me why should I have to make an effort to see you?

Am I sorry? No way in hell. Do I feel sorry? Yes, I do. I feel sorry for my baby sister to grow up not knowing who her big sissy is. I feel sorry for the day you have to explain to her why she doesn't see me, why she doesn't see her niece. Why her own mother is too damn selfish to be a mature adult and not throw a fit like a child. I feel sorry for my baby brother. How he gets treated. How she treats him so differently from her own kids.

This woman, the "love of your life," so you call her, wants the respect as my mother yet she can't even treat my brother the same as her own children. Why? Why should I give her that respect? Why should I give a woman, who has badmouthed my own mother as I was sitting in the next room over calling her a bitch, respect. My own mother! She gave me life, she gave your other son a life! For you to ask me to respect a woman, who can sit there like nothing and talk about my mother like that, is absolutely dumbfounding. How stupid can you be?

Our mother. You loved her once. You loved her enough to have to beautiful children with her. You loved her enough to marry her after countless years of you cheating and lying to her. Yet you have the audacity to call the woman you're with now, better than the two previous women combined who gave you children. How can you even say such a thing? How little do you have to care to talk about your child's mother like this?

You have yet to reach out to me. You don't agree with anything I say about her. I have nothing against this woman but the fact that I will not give her the respect you think she deserves. Until you can realize and show to me, that your children matter more than one woman's opinion, I am done. Done pretending. Done telling you how I feel for you to just blow it off and not agree with me.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm tired of keeping my mouth shut. Tired of pretending everything is okay when clearly it's not.

Do you wanna know what the worst part is? The worst part about this whole screwed up situation? You don't even see it. You don't see the hurt. You don't see the anger and damage you've done. You don't see how your own children are suffering the relationship we would like to have with our siblings, once again because of one woman's selfishness.

One of these days you will regret everything you have said or done to push me away. By then, it will be too late.

I hope you're happy. I hope she's worth it.

~ Your daughter.