No wait, you’re LOOSE crap.
You’re a waste of space.
You’re flakier than breadcrumbs.
How long do I have to support you?
How long will you make me fend for you?
How long will I mend things for you?
Shut up and get to work.
Talking to you is so hard.
You never do what your mother and I want.
Talking to you is like talking to a corpse.
You’re just getting worse.
I wish you were never born.
I wish I could have killed you when you were young.
I wish I never spent a penny on you.
You’re just an investment gone wrong.
You’re brown trash and you only ever take and you take and you play your songs.
You’re as bitter as bile.
I wish you were dead.
And if you’re dying go kill yourself outside instead.”
This isn’t fiction. I’ve seen Dads treat their daughters this way. It’s bad enough to have dreams thrust upon a girl, and to have to deal with abuse isn’t something anyone has to go through. It’s a sin.
Everyday, I see kids with bruises, something their Dads gave them earlier – because the kid failed at math, or because the dad was drunk. Everyday I see a girl cry and have her dreams crushed because she has to live her parents’ dreams and doing something else would bring shame on the family. Marrying for love? Oh my. More shame.
When will this country change?
I’m thankful that it’s not the scene in every family, and that some of us have supportive parents but I wish these girls could live happy and not have to cry because they were born female. Having said that, I need to say I love you, Dad. Thanks for not being like this.
Just birthing a child doesn’t make you a Dad or a Mum. It just makes you a procreator. What makes you an actual parent is how human you act around your children. When you become a parent, please don’t be this way.
Good day, folks.