An Open Letter To The First Man Who Never Loved Me

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I’m sorry. I thank you. I hope you’re happy.

Dear “Dad,”

I’m not bitter anymore, I’m just sorry.

I’m sorry that you didn’t want to be a part of my successes and would rather be my biggest failure. I’m sorry that you chose a life without me in it. I’m sorry that I accomplished so much in the past year and you’ve heard nothing about it. I’m sorry that you have no right to be proud of me.

I’m sorry that you will never be a part of my life again. I’m sorry that I let you hurt me this badly. I’m sorry that I put so much trust and effort into building a relationship that you just didn’t want. I’m sorry that I had faith in you. Most of all, I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough for you.

I look back on all of the times that we never shared together and I don’t get sad anymore. Rather, I get a sense of pride in myself. I know how strong I’ve become just because of your lack of existence. I know that there were people in my life who took your spot and excelled in raising me. I know that you will never see the damage you’ve done to me, and I promise you that I will make sure you will never see my successes as your own.

I remember all of the times I chose you over myself. I think back on all of the times that I tried to keep you, but you still ended up walking out on me. I would like to thank you for this. Thank you for teaching me that no matter how bad I want someone in my life, it doesn’t always happen.

Thank you for teaching me that I won’t always get what I want. Thank you for letting me down enough times that I only view myself as dependable, and no one else. Thank you for standing back and letting me struggle when it was obvious that you could have helped me. Thank you for making me as independent and self-reliant as I am.

The credit that you don’t deserve is given all to my mother. You couldn’t even imagine the amount of stress that you put on her. She had to watch her daughter hate herself, believe that it was her fault and cry nightly because of a man who didn’t want to be in her life. The first man to break my heart, before I even knew I had a heart to be broken, was you.

I hope you’re content with your decisions. I hope you are living the life you wanted to live. I hope that you look back on the daughter that you never had and take this as a learning experience. I hope you learn. I hope you grow as a person. I hope you don’t make the same mistakes you have.

If you ever wake up one morning and want to come back into my life, don’t. I don’t need an apology from you. I don’t need to hear your voice again. I don’t need to know how you’re doing, where you are or “what’s new.” I don’t need to answer your questions. I don’t need to let you into my heart just to lose you again. I don’t need you.

I’m sorry.

I thank you.

I hope you’re happy.

Love,
Your “Daughter”

By Zierra Treshock for theodysseyonline

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