Daddy Dearest,

I know you’re my dad and all, but I hate you.  I hate you, yet I feel this obligated love towards you. I hate how you push me around and drag me down. I hate that you make me feel and/or think that I am always wrong. I hate that you think I’m this big fuck up. I know you are trying to help me, but it’s a one way street with you. You want to help me, but you fail to see what I know is good for me. You want to do all these things and want me to be all these things, but they’re only things you want. It doesn’t matter what I want. I will never be this person you want me to be. I don’t like that person. That person is a mirror image of you in female form and I never, ever want to be like you. You are my motivation to do something good with my life, my motivation to get out of this town, this state, this hell hole and create a life that I feel is worth living. You don’t understand and you don’t try to. I tell you one thing, and you talk right over me. I ask you what I said and you have no earthly idea what I said.

Another thing, I’m a better parent than you’ll ever be. Ask my 16 year old brother and you’ll see. I parent him when you fail to. I help him when you refuse to. I advise him because he doesn’t want your advice. He respects me, you’re 19 year old daughter, more than he will ever respect you.  He looks up to me and turns to me because he knows you won’t be there.  And yet, to you, I am always wrong. I can’t do anything right. I might as well just be trash on the floor to you. If you want me to respect you, don’t bash me and tear me down. Learn to walk away when I said I can’t take anymore because I’m about to break. Don’t stand there and keep yelling at me and telling me all the things I’m doing that are wrong when you can see I’m in tears and crumbling to pieces. I love you, but I hate you even more. I may need you now, but when I leave I’m not turning back.

Love,

You’re always wrong, broken down, fuck up, selfish daughter.