Usually we I think about my dad, I have the song Thousand Years playing in my head. Recently I've been hearing Good For You play and it started to make really unpleasant things come back to mind.
My dad never really wanted a child. He left my mom when i was born and waited four years to see me for the first time. I remember he took me out to trick or treat and I was dressed as Dora the Explorer. I was with a few friends as well as his friends who have kids.
At the time I thought nothing of it but now... I just realized how similar Isabelle looks to Dad... She has his eyes, his smile, his everything.
Which makes me wonder; Do I have a lost sister that he's not telling me about?
I mean, he was supposed to take me for a week before I moved to Oklahoma. He took me to Mc Donald's and sent me home. He didn't show up to my sixth birthday party when I invited him. He said I wouldn't let him come.
I WAITED THREE HOURS FOR HIM TO SHOW UP! I SKIPPED THE CAKE, I SKIPPED THE PRESENTS, I SKIPPED HANGING OUT AND HAVING FUN! AND HE BLAMED ME FOR HIM NOT COMING.
I saw him for the first time in eight years last summer. He called me his little princess, his baby girl, his child. He told me he loved me.
Yet... He's the one who left me in the first place...
I just now realize how worthless the word "love" is... Any one can say they love you, but half the time it's all just a lie. Something to make you trust them...
He promised me he would come to my eighth grade graduation last year... He promised me he'll call me on my birthday, he promised me that he'll talk to me...
I'm still waiting for him to pick up the pieces of his broken promises...
That's eight years of my life I won't get back...
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