Dear Daddy,

I wish I could sit you down and make you listen to everything you need to hear but I can't. So I won't. It wouldn't mean anything anyways because you might hear but you'd never listen.

So I'll write to you, regardless of the fact that you will never read my words.

So many things to tell you! Like how bad I felt when you called me a hooker and a whore, a freak of nature. I mean, look at your past, you damn hypocrite. You cheated on both your wives, one of those affairs resulting in a child, when you had barely known me, your first and only daughter. Did the military make you horny or something? You couldn't keep your dick in your pants and now I'm shuffled around between two thousand miles and a mother who hates you and takes it out on me.

What do you have to say for your self?

You put me down to keep yourself on some sad excuse of a pedastal.

but, You Are Broken.

I am still young, and (now) thriving. All A's, of which you don't give a damn, Medals to my name and a Reputation for kicking ass. Legally. I am still young! I can win! You are old, and lazy, and overweight, and you're taking it out on me. What can you say about that??

Be a man! ... for once.

Please daddy, Make me Proud.