You’re the reason why I have trust issues. You’re the reason why I would much rather stay in my room all day than to interact with my own family members. You’re the reason why I have no path in life. You manipulate everyone around you to get your way, and when someone figures you out and your control breaks, you make sure they have nothing left. Everyone else keeps their distance from you. Did you know that? You’re lucky Noel is bedridden. He’s the only one who can’t get away on his own. If he was well, he’d leave you too. You go back and forth between abuse and regret I don’t believe anything you say anymore. You call me a bitch, then say sorry five minutes later? Fuck that. You tell me to get out, then later you say it’s my choice if I want to leave? Fuck you. You say it’s okay for my pets to be here, and then cage them up in a cold garage because they’re not allowed to touch the carpet? Piece of shit liar. I blame you for everything that went wrong in my life. I blame you for all the opportunities I didn’t have. For Noel’s sickness. For mom’s stress. For my depression. I wish that you never met mom and got her pregnant. I would much rather not exist than to be around you any longer. Living with you these past few weeks made me realize how much I don’t love you. How much I resent you as a father. You are not my dad. And I promise you that you will not be invited to my wedding. You are not allowed to see my future family. You’re not allowed to come to my funeral! And I promise you that I will not come to yours. Not even to dance on your grave. Because I hate you that much.