to the thing that birthed me.

Alright well this be the end.

I dont need this.

Jeff is my Husband. 

Thank you for being their when he proposed (you werent)

Thank you for being at my graduation and paying for my final costs for highschool (you didnt)

Thank you for making me feel like i was doing my best (you didnt and still dont make me feel like a good mother)

Thank you for supporting me when i went to therapy.(you didnt, because thereis nothing wrong. only you are allowed to sick/hurt/sad/depressed)

Thank you for making me hate the word family, father, dad, daddy or anythingrelated to the subject.

Thank you for not believing me when i told you what happened to me

Thank you for letting me know how much better you are to me. 

Thank you for yanking me out of school the day i was suppose to play in a band for school. (bet you dont even know what instrument i almost learned to play)


im done. im so done i dont have the words to tell you how i feel. imout of feeling. im just left with the silver lining of at least you did this to me and not all those poor children you supposedly miscarried.


I dont love you. you broke my heart at 8 years of age, when you decided partying was more important then a good homelife. you broke my heart when i was ten by saying money and man were more important to me. you broke my heart every time you didnt talk to grandma about me. you broke my heart when i was 13 when you called me a slut and said i would open my legs to any man, after i was molested.


you took me to therapy because you friend said it would be good. instead you turned that into anna talks to my therapist for hours on end.


i cant love you. i close my heart so you couldnt hurt me in your drunken fits.


so that glass shard that stabbed my leg couldnt touch my heart. so your nails that left scars on my hand wouldn't leave similar scars on my heart.


you cant beat me or touch me in fits of drunken rage.


you cant even see me anymore. if you do i will call the police.


your abusive and manipulative and i feel aweful you still exsist.


that i didnt see it sooner and turn you in.


im so glad you never have had another child.


im glad you didnt have paul.


im glad i was born strong enough to live through and survive your insanity.


i dont know anyone i would wish my upbringing on.


this is the end.


good bye.


you shitty person.