done
you were supposed to love me, your daughter.
the one with your blood in her veins.
but you don’t, do you?
because if you did, you wouldn’t have left.
and don’t give me that bullshit that it wasn’t your choice.
it was. you know it. I know it.
so don’t act like you left to me a better life.
you can’t make it all better by just coming into my life again.
you can’t. So stop trying.
you made your choice. to leave.
no matter what happened that day. it was your fucking choice.
to leave your SIX-YEAR-OLD daughter alone,
with just a mother to love her.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU.
you did what you did, knowing that you had a little girl at home just waiting for her daddy to get home so that she can matter to you again.
so that she becomes the most important thing to you again, but she never will. At SIX, she figured out that she’d always be second.
but she didn’t care, she just loved to hear her daddy say “I love you” even if it wasn’t true or real.
She just wanted a father to love her, like he’s supposed to, unconditionally.
no matter what she did, it never worked.
and she is just done trying to make it happen.