Letter From an Angry Daughter

Dear Dad, 

I am so angry at you.

I have tried everything in my power to have a relationship with you,

but you never stop fighting me on it. 

I have loved you through all your flaws.

Yet you refuse to love me in return. 

I have forgave you time and time again.

And you just keep hurting me.

You lie to me and disappoint me.

Money does not buy everything 

And it sure as hell won't buy my love.

I am sick and tired of your petty games.

You sit there and act like you've changed

Like you want me.

And then you turn around and crush me

every time I let my guard down.

You have called me so many things.

You have said that I am stupid,

Ungodly,

Disrespectful,

Cold-Hearted,

Brat,

Just like your mother,

Ungrateful,

Worthless,

And so many more that it's to much to list.

You have missed over half my life.

And will continue to miss more of it.

Because you are selfish. 

I want to have a relationship with you. 

I want you to be at my wedding.

I want you to be involved in your future grandkids life.

I want you to see me grow and have a life on my own.

I want you to love me and care about me.

I don't feel like that all these things are too much to ask. 

But unfortunately I know it will never happen. 

I can't keep letting you back in my life.

You are toxic to me.

And I refuse to keep letting you have this power over me.

I have to move on even if you won't come with me. 

So I am still angry with you, 

but I will learn to forgive you and move on from you.

From all the things that a father is supposed to teach his daughter.

You taught me how to put myself first 

And how to break-up with your own father. 

I love you and I always will,

but sometimes love just isn't enough.

So I have to tell you goodbye,

because I have to love myself first. 

Goodbye Dad 

I hope you get everything you have always wanted. 

Because it clearly wasn't me. 

God bless.

Sincerely,

Your Angry Daughter. 

Reviews

[Madison]

This speaks volumes for me. This is almost everything I want to say to my own father, but still haven’t quite found the courage to do so.