Dear dad, do you remember I used to prepare a card for you at school, with a handwritten poem, for father's day? To then read it to you in the kitchen, right in front of the dishwasher, all proud and shy, in the evening after dinner? I have something different for you today.
I'm not proud and I'm not shy, I'm terribly disappointed in you. I'm disappointed about the way you have treated your children since the day you have left my mother. I know you feel a lot of anger and pain, I know you've been sad but there are no excuses for the cruel and hurtful things that come out of your mouth. You have no right to treat us like you do when you have not been honest with us. You have not sat us around the table and explained the facts, you just walked away and said 'peace out' to the past 26 years of your life, and on top of that you expect us to understand?! Is that empowering to you? Dad, you're a scared little boy having a tantrum and you are trapped by your own pride. You have been blaming people for responsibilities that are only entirely yours. Stop playing the victim, step up and own your shit.
The day you didn't show up at the hospital, you disowned me as a child. The day I told you I never wanted to hear from you again was the day you should have said sorry. The day you said you never wanted children, you denied my entire existence. The day you walked out of my life was the day I was relieved I never had to be a victim of your shift blaming again.
More of me?