A letter to a dead beet dad
It seems like not all that long ago you were my hero. You would ride in and save me from harm. You used to be someone I could count on. Now that’s all just a memory. You stand before me a different man. Who are you now? I just don’t know. I don’t like this man you have become. What happened to the man I used to know? The man that would put his family before any thing or anyone. But he’s gone now and replaced by immaturity and irresponsibility. Hate is to soft a word for how I feel about you now. Tired of making up excuses and lies to tell our son ever time he cry’s for you. You don’t see his tears. You don’t feel his Paine. A Paine that cuts through me like the day you walked away and left me standing there pregnant and alone. I and I alone wipe away his tears and trying to answer the questions in his mind. When is daddy coming? Where can he be? The hardest one is Mommy why doesn’t daddy love me? You have no Idea how you hurt him so. I wonder if you even care. The hurt you cause him now can never b repaired or made up for. The promises have all ready been broken and the damage is done. You’ll never see the pain I hide. I will never tell you about all the time I have just sat and cried. Everyone knows what you are and they can all see. You’re a dead beet dad and that’s all you will ever be.