As a kid, I didn't care that you were not here. Sure, when I was around 3 I cried when you left again. But I knew you then. Around the age of 10, the dad jokes began. At 13, the "daddy issues" joke became a famous trademark of mine. Again, I didn't care then. Two years later, it's Father's Day. Where are you? Where is my father? Surprisingly, I've gotten extremely emotional about not having you around. I'm not upset that you aren't here. I'm upset that I don't have a dad. I have no clue who you are. You screwed up. Big time. You're missing a chance to know me and my brothers. Yes, you know the oldest. But you don't know his son. That's your problem. If I ever meet you, I won't call you Dad. A dad is there for his kids. A dad loves his kids. Without you, I'm some f*cked up girl with issues. Without your love, I search for love. Constantly. Aren't you proud? Happy F*cking Father's Day James.
