I Hope He Loves Me [Rewriting]

I Hope He Loves Me [Rewriting]

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For six years, he didn't know I existed. Now, he does and he's not handling it very well. Not quite a tale as old as time, but somewhere along those lines when Mommy left Daddy while she was pregnant with me. After being in debt for six years, she finally had the money to find our way back to Daddy. But will he handle it well, seeing me for the first time; Not knowing I had ever existed? Will he forgive Mom? As I grow, I ponder the thought of him ever letting go of grudges and abandonment issues. Will he ever love me? I hope he does. Author's Note: Date: 10/27/2020 I wrote this when I was fifteen which is almost five years ago. I've GROWN as a writer from this soap-opera type of narrative. But I will publish and share this as a message to myself and to whoever sees this. We all start somewhere. We all have our cringy beginnings, and this beginning is a reminder of what I rose from.
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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