My Unsent Letter

You lied.

I was so fucking dumb to believe you for the longest fucking time.

You fucking KNEW all along, and you pretended NOTHING fucking happened.

HOW MANY TIMES DID THIS HAPPEN?

HOW MUCH TO THIS DAY DOES THIS STILL OCCUR?

DO YOU FEEL FUCKING GUILTY?

Remember?

When we were at Mike's fucking Baseball game?

The millionth fucking one I've been dragged to?

Where I had to go and find something to keep me occupied?

By myself?

Without a friend?

Or family?

Anyone?

But do you remember those DISC GOLF guys?

Do you?

I followed them, maybe what, 1 or 2 holes, because I was curious what the fuck they were doing.

I was what, 10, 11, 12?

You know, a year or a few after it happened, the thing you pretend to this day you didn't know until I fucking TOLD YOU when I was almost 30?

What the fuck did the police tell you?

YOU FUCKING KNEW.

Do you want to know how I knew?

"DO YOU WANT TO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU HAPPEN AGAIN?"

You're such a fucking waste of a fucking human being.

Concerned about fucking money and yourself and your fucking household and your assets and your fucking toys and shit.

Fuck you.

Seriously.

FUCK YOU DAD.

YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT.

WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU MY WHOLE LIFE?

TOO HARD?

TOO MUCH WORK/EFFORT/PATIENCE REQUIRED?

TOO MUCH MONEY FOR A THERAPIST?

FUCK YOU.

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU.