Dear Dad-
I wanted to write this letter to you, because I needed to explain a few things. You are not my biological dad, which is no secret. You are the man who raised me. For 22 years of my life, you have been my dad and I have loved you.
You were there for me when the other girls at school picked on me. When they called me names and said horrible things about me. You helped me feel proud of who I am as a person and how to defend myself. You helped give me my passion for cooking, music and coffee. Some of my fondest memories of us is cooking breakfast together when I was six years old and drinking coffee with you in the mornings, sitting outside on the swing and talking about music. You made me feel smart, worth it and safe. You were the first adult I told about my biological dad’s abuse towards me. You believed me and you helped save me. But, all that was for the first 11 years or so of you being my dad. The next 11 years aren’t so pretty.
You changed after you got sick. I’ll never forget those first few weeks and no one knew what was going on. Oddly enough, it never crossed my mind that you might die from being sick, because after all, you were my dad and you would always be there. I was wrong though. You’re still alive but you left me.
I remember when Kayla came to live with us. I think that is when you really started treating me like a “second class citizen”. You honestly treated us both pretty badly but I have always been chopped liver compared to Kayla. She’s your REAL daughter after all. When I was going to move from Alaska to Minnesota to go to college, I remember you telling me I was a disappointment. I had a hard first year of college, I really screwed up. The freedom of being out of your choke hold really went to my head, but I was going to turn it around…and I did. I made the Dean’s list that next year in Minnesota…without you or your support. I’m not sure if I ever told you I made the Dean’s list. I’m not sure you would have cared, because after all I am a disappointment. I am a disappointment even though, I have graduated from high school. I am a disappointment because I am going to college. I am a disappointment because I am a single parent, trying to do the best I can to raise my son. I am a disappointment because I want a better life for me and mine. I have always been a disappointment because I have always wanted to be more than a “second class citizen” to you.
Apparently, the disappointment continues for me because I did not say Happy Birthday to you this year. Let me explain to you why, I said nothing. I remained silent not because of the things I spoke about above. I stayed silent because I asked you for one thing. One thing in I don’t know how many years. I asked for one thing and it was not for myself but for my brother, your son, your flesh and blood. The son that you have ignored for seven years. But, you wouldn’t do it. Mom had to call you and to get you to do it and I really really hope that you get it done because it would help him so much. You have never been a father to him so you can at least do this much.
I did not tell you Happy Birthday because I can no longer ignore how you treat my brother. I had hoped that over time things would get better and you would come around. You never did. This was the last straw.
To make things worse, you post on Facebook for everyone to see this ‘poor is me’ story about how your children won’t talk to you. I would talk to you Dad, but you never pick up the phone when I call or call me back. If I text you, I might get a reply…in a day or two. My mom made my brother send you birthday cards, Christmas cards and Father’s day cards for four years…when is the last time you sent him a card? Or called him? If that wasn’t bad enough, you post about how “all three of your children’s mothers treat you like a second class citizen”. I understand that you and my mom are divorced and that she is not perfect. However, she has in no way treated you like a “second class citizen”. I would know because you have always treated me like one.
The fact that you’ve made these grossly, outrageous accusations doesn’t even surprise me. What blows my mind is that you make these accusations on Facebook, were I can see it, two of your other children can see it and two of the three mothers can see it. To put the icing on the cake, you commented on a picture of mine today like nothing had even happened. I’m not mad about the accusations thrown at me. I’m used to it, but don’t you dare cast a shadow on my brother, who has done nothing wrong. You are the one in the wrong, sir. Furthermore, how dare you insult my mother that way. She is on your Facebook! BE AN ADULT FOR ONCE!
I honestly have no more words for you. I didn’t think your antics could push me anymore. Oh man, was I wrong.
I know you won’t see this and that’s ok. I might rewrite it to you and sent it in an actual letter just to get my point across and then erase you from my life….isn’t that sad? You’re the second dad I’ve had to erase…
Good bye Dad, and Happy Birthday-
Aimee