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Dear dad, I'm 18 years old, and you've been out of my life for 17 years and 42 weeks of it. You missed out on your little girl learning, and growing, and turning into a woman. Someone else taught me how to ride a bike, but I don't think that you mind missing something so important. I don't think you mind missing recitals, and concerts and shows. I don't think you'd even recognize me if you saw me on the street. You don't deserve the title dad, so for as long as I can remember, I've called you ***** donor. Because that's all you ever given me (except for daddy issues and hereditary mental illness). You don't deserve the title dad because you never taught me how I was supposed to be treated; so I settled for too little, and longed to be loved. But now, I don't even call you ***** donor, I neglect to recognize your existance in my life, because let's face it, you were never even a possibility. I feel bad after all these years, because you missed out on the joy of having a daughter, and being a father.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
Dear dad (if i should even call you that)
Dear dad, I'm 18 years old, and you've been out of my life for 17 years and 42 weeks of it. You missed out on your little girl learning, and growing, and turning into a woman. Someone else taught me how to ride a bike, but I don't think that you mind missing something so important. I don't think you mind missing recitals, and concerts and shows. I don't think you'd even recognize me if you saw me on the street. You don't deserve the title dad, so for as long as I can remember, I've called you ***** donor. Because that's all you ever given me (except for daddy issues and hereditary mental illness). You don't deserve the title dad because you never taught me how I was supposed to be treated; so I settled for too little, and longed to be loved. But now, I don't even call you ***** donor, I neglect to recognize your existance in my life, because let's face it, you were never even a possibility. I feel bad after all these years, because you missed out on the joy of having a daughter, and being a father.
Original poem by Tasa Jalbert. Copyright 2017
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
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