In years past, I celebrated this day with you. I chose to remember only the good I thought I knew about you.
This year it feels as if it is just another day. Another holiday that I don’t recognize.
If I let myself, I could get angry and hurt thinking about your role as my father.
As much good as you did for me, you failed me in so many more significant ways.
Your inability to love me, or choice to not love me, was the cruelest thing you could have done to me. What kind of father refuses to tell his daughter he loves her? As a parent myself, I can’t even begin to understand your actions and lack of love for me. No child deserves a parent who chooses not to love her.
Your decision to not protect me from all forms of child abuse cannot be understood or forgiven. No decent human being stands by an ignores his daughter’s pleas for help. I know you knew all about what was going on, and it hurts me so badly that you chose Mom and her sickness over me.
I deserved to have a father who loved me, protected me, and saw my self worth. You were not him, so this year I will not pretend to honor you on Father’s Day.
I pray that God has made you answer for the sins you perpetrated against me.
I deserved better. I know this, and you can’t take it from me.