• Oh my God, oh my god...the stress must have been beating you,
    pounding you- obviously, you're ******** gone.
    "It's a boy" they say.My mother cries. She's happy.
    What do you do? You ******** stare.
    Look at me! LOOK AT ME!I'm your child, regrettably. Yes, I'm yours. Yes it happened.
    So what's next?
    Years go by, I get older. I'm two.
    You know, you're pretty ******** selfish.You made my mom miserable. You hurt her.
    You hurt us.You left. No remorse. Not even an "I'm sorry".
    You're too much of a scared, little b***h totake care of your family.
    More years go by, you do a lousy attempt at playing
    "Daddy". I'm six.
    You ******** get drunk- get worse.All you did was whine to me.
    Oh poor ******** you.I completely understand you now. You're pathetic.
    .What man purposely gets drunk to tell his child:
    "You're a mistake..I never wanted any of
    this. I never wanted this..why me?"
    It's not about you!!
    On and on you bitched and yelled. To a six year old!
    What in your right mind made you think I gave a ********?!
    I didn't even know what you were talking about!!
    But I remember. I remember it all.
    I now fully understand.
    I'm growing up without you.
    I don't need a Father like you.
    What Father verbally scars his child? You.
    I can't wait to see you again. After ten long years,
    I await the next time you dare show your face.
    I can't wait to make you feel what I feel. To make you suffer.
    I don't have a Father. He's dead.
    I don't want one.
    You're the one who made me into what I am, indirectly obviously,
    but I can't wait to show you.
    To show you your boy.
    I'll be the man your sorry a** could never even dream of.
    I'll live my life the way I want to, living for others,
    instead of myself the way you did- the way you continue to do.
    I fear of having my own family because of you...
    I fear of having my own son, daughter,
    only what would I tell them?
    Only one thing comes to mind:
    Daddy's always here.
    Unlike you.
    I know you're out there.
    Running. Running from me, from
    all forms of responsibility.
    ..so thank you, Robert.
    Thank you for all that you did, but didn't do.
    You've made an early man out of me,
    now all you owe me is your life.
    And I plan on taking it...