May the forth be your worst day
I don’t want to be mad at you. I barely know you. And I’m not mad at you. But fuck off!! And fuck you!
That’s my dad! Why the fuck did he teach you cool shit? Why?!? Why Did he show you cool music?! WHY?!? Did you get two fucking dads who gave a damn about you as person???!
Oh! Wow your life was better having knowing him??? and he raised like his own daughter! Wow!
He had a real fucking daughter!! Me and now I’m 40, drenched in a life of bad decision making. dealing with a man he should have taught me i don’t deserve. I could have had what you have. I could have been normal. Like you. You’re doing great! Congrats on not having my life. So glad you’re not this walking tattooed daddy issue bilboard.
It just really fucking sucks to know he was capable of fatherhood this whole time. But only for some rando and not his real daughter.
Congrats! I hope his death date hurts worse every year.
Because i now can remember the date of meeting the man who killed my sense of self.
So fucking happy for you. And you have no idea what you’re mourning. But be sad. It’s not your fault but be sad. He wanted you be his side. Not me. He didn’t even want to meet me but he did. And fuck me I know now it wasn’t my place! He didn’t want anything to do with me.
Fuck you both. Congratulations you deserve each other. I’ll forever be child abandoned at a knock off chucke cheese.