Why was it so easy to walk away? Why is it so easy for you to sleep at night? Do you know I still wake up crying? Do you know everyday I think about you and what it would have been like to have a real father? One that would have spent time with me when I was visiting him, one that would have taught me to ride a bike, play catch with, listen to me when I was upset the mean boy at school or the mean boy I loved, DO YOU? One that wouldn't have cut off contact with me when faced with "problems", that would have been there for me when Mom was sick, Grandma, Grandpa, and Mark died, one that would be here for me now that my best friend won't even speak to me, DO YOU?
Do you ever care? Does I ever faze you? Sadly, as much as it hurts me to admit it, I bet you don't care and you never think of me. I'm sure none of your friends know about you first child, first daughter. Just tell me how you live with yourself, how you breathe knowing what you did to us, how you can even look yourself in the mirror.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy...