Dear Dad,
You think I don't know what your doing... but I understand completely. You want custody of me and Alex... all I have to ask, is why?
You've never tried to be my father.. you take special care of Alex, like he's as fragile as glass. But me? You toss me around because you think I'm a rock.
Remember when Alex told you I was depressed? Do you remember your reaction? Because I do. You said "Lets Wath a movie"
Great parenting...
I hope you know, that whenever I say "love you too" I don't mean it. I don't think I could ever love you as a father. For years you've done nothing but fail at being so much as a friend to me. So my question is..
What makes you think I'm your daughter?
