February 8th, 1957
I went to get my things today. The one person who I expected to be on my side, was Emily. God, I was wrong. I thought she'd be happy to see her dad. I was proven wrong when I saw the pictures of us in the back of my truck.
She threw anything sentimental between me and her, in the back of the truck. It's all ruined. Anything important to me is just demolished. Can you believe that she said I wasn't a good father to her and Edwin II? She even told me that if I still wanted a daughter, I "should go have one with someone else."
What on earth has her mother told her? She thinks all of this is my fault. I told her that if she wants to know the truth, she needs to ask Rebecca and Eleanor, but of course, she didn't believe me. I guess she thinks I'm some sort of druggie who cheated on her mother. I didn't cheat, and the drugs aren't my fault.
I need them because everyone else has made me lose any grip I've ever had on some sort of sanity. Eleanor has said some hurtful things, but I didn't see her today. She went inside as soon as I parked the car. Is she afraid of me? Rebecca is being cordial – she never was one for drama. But I just know she's filled Emily's head with lies about me as well.
Both of my kids hate me now, and it's because their mother's have brainwashed them into believing I'm some sort of horrible person. Even if I was a horrible person, it's still not my fault. I don't think any of this is.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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