You are a filthy, garbage, scum of a human.
I wish hell upon you.
I hope the worst for you because of all the pain you've caused mom and all of the kids.
I hate you.
I hate that you abused mom and us.
I hate that you cared more about beer and $100 than you did us.
Money can't buy love.
Just because you bought us things, and took us places, doesn't make up for you abusing us and neglecting us.
I hate you for not being there for me.
Because of you, mom missed out on all my achievements.
My recitals, my games, my graduations.
You are the reason I was alone.
You are the reason I had to grow up and raise the siblings as another parent.
You self-absorbed narcissist.
You were the first man to ever break my heart.
You are the reason I date such piece of shit men now.
You didn't love us.
You sociopath.
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Dear Goodbye
Short StoryThese are letters to the ones I love, everything I have wanted to say, but didn't, to spare their feelings.