Young Writers Society

leaseal wrote:Dear: Dad - Are you writing a letter on paper or mail? Because if it's paper, I don't think the colon should be there.

I heard the alcohol is killing you now. I wish I could say I’m sorry for not talking to you for ten years, but I can’t because I’m not. The only reason I’m writing to you is because, my counselor thinks it would help me. I have to see a counselor twice a week because of you. Do you realize how messed up you made me, or do you even care? You were supposed to be the one protecting me. Instead you were the one calling me fat, ugly, stupid, and worthless. You were the one giving me the cuts and bruise. Dad, do you realize I cried myself to sleep every night, begging God to take me home?

When mom died, I needed you to be a man and be there for me. I needed to know that you cared. Why couldn’t you do that for me? Why didn’t you pick me up and just hold me? I was six, and my world was crashing down around me, and couldn’t even ask if I was okay. All you did was drink and became angry at me like it was my fault she died. Do you even care that you made me believe it was my fault? Do you remember telling me “you gave your mother cancer; you killed her by being so bad.” Do you dad?

There isn’t enough words to tell you how much I hate you. I can’t even look at a picture of you without wanting to shred it. When I hear your name all I see is red, and my fist starts to clench. I can’t control it, no matter how hard I try. I still can’t look at myself without calling myself fat, ugly, stupid and worthless. I see scars all over my arms from you, but worst of all the scars on my heart from the words you said.

I have a son named David, he’s three years old he looks a lot like his daddy Jason. Jason is tells him how much he love him every day. Jason plays with him, and takes him to the park. Jason picks him up when he falls down. Jason makes sure there is food in the house. Jason made me realize what a man should be like. Jason is a father unlike you, he earns the name "dad". You will never meet David or Jason because, I can’t let you hurt them like you have hurt me.

You ruined my childhood, and you became my biggest nightmare. The memories of my childhood still haunt me. There are still many nights I cry myself to sleep because of what you have done. Many blame the alcohol for the abuse I took, but I know it was much deeper than that, but if it was the alcohol’s fault for the abuse then I’m glad to say what destroyed my life, killed you in at the end.

Love: Debbie - I don't think "Love" should be there, since you hate your dad. Maybe "With lots of hate" . It's according to you.