30 Day Letters Challenge: Day 3
3) Your Parents
Dear Mum,
Where's my cheese scones? ;p
Hehe!! I loves you, mummy, and I wish we spoke and saw eachother more often. When we're together, we're like best friends as well as mother-and-daughter. I can't wait to see you again.
I also don't think I ever told you how proud I was of you when you got rid of Dale. He put you through so much crap over the years and you've always deserved better. Seeing you get away from him and move on with your life reminded me just how strong you are. I'm sure you don't realise it yourself, but you are strong. And since you've gotten away from him you've seemed so much happier too.
I hate what he put your through, especially as he knew full-well what you'd already been put through by dad. You didn't deserve what he did to you back then, and you didn't deserve to put through more crap by Dale either. I know the pair of them have made it harder for you to trust other guys now. And it makes me so angry that they've done all this to you.
But whatever. They're gone. And you're better off without them. I just want you to enjoy life, and enjoy being you.
I'm sorry for the times I've scared you when my depression has peaked. I know how else to apologise... just, when I'm in those states, and all I can think about is how much I'm hurting, or how much I hate myself... I don't actually think that I'm hurting anybody else because, at those times, I think you're all better off without me. Please understand that I never say or do anything to myself because I want to hurt you or anybody else (other than myself).
I hope I can still make you proud someday.
Love always,
Sam
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Dad,
I haven't see you in so long now. We've spoken on Facebook briefly. Very briefly.
For what you did to mum; I spent alot of time hating you. I still can't forgive you for it, but it's gotten to the point it always gets to with people I hate. The point where I just can't be bothered anymore, and I end-up not thinking about them at all.
Except sometimes I think I miss you. Sometimes I do cry about it. But then I don't know. Do I miss you, or do I just miss having a dad? It hurts to know I'll never be able to see you in the same light again.
You hurt and betrayed us all. You (and possibly mum) thought that Mike and myself didn't notice what was going on. But I knew. And I'm sure Mike did too. But what could either or us say or do? Whenever I tried to ask if something was wrong, nobody would tell me. But I knew something was wrong from the start. And it didn't take long for me to put the pieces together. But still I hoped I was wrong.
For a short time after the split, I did try to carry on as normal. But I couldn't do it. Letting you think it was ok to do what you did just wasn't right. And ignoring it went against every moral, and every bone, in my body. I couldn't just ignore what you did, forgive you, and carry on, just because you had the title of "dad". Blood may be thick, but it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want and get away with it.
Even at that time, when I was trying to get on with things, and trying to get on with "her", it was obvious you didn't care about anyone else anymore. She started fight after fight with me and you always took her side. As much as I hated her, I wasn't out to pick a fight with her. She, on the other-hand, was very obviously trying to force you away from what family you had left. But you refused to see. That woman didn't give a sh*t about her own family - did you really think she'd care about your's!?
Do you even remember that time back at nan's old house in Croydon? You stopped by the house for some reason (I don't even remember what). I hadn't even looked at her, let alone spoken to her (I was in the kitchen - nowhere even near the front door where she could see me, so it wasn't even possible for me to mouth anything, or give any dirty looks, or anything at all - hell, I didn't even know she was there), and she came barging in and tried to attack me? That's what she does because she knows you'll take her side everytime.
She made the effort of storming through, to get to the kitchen, which was at the other end of the house, just to start a fight me. How the hell was that my fault!?
After everything, I tried to keep things civil. I even tried to believe you might even care about me. But I knew you never bothered with me unless nan bugged you to. You didn't care. You haven't cared since you left.
Years later, and you still hurt people over her. I can't believe what you've done to nan. Even after everybody else gave-up on you, she was still there. She made efforts where no one else would, or could, anymore. She put up with her for your sake. Time and time again, she insulted and hurt nan. And time and time again, nan put up with it and tried to make things work. She's done nothing but be there for you, and you treated her like dirt!!
That woman you gave everything up for is pure evil. She's purposely been rude, picked fights, hidden your mail, and lied wherever she needed to, so that she could take you away from everyone else. Your own family. And what's worse is... you've let her.
So, yes. Sometimes, I do think I miss you. We used to have alot of fun together before you stabbed us all in the back. We used to play video games together, watch movies, go for rides on the motor bike... lots of things. And that was just with me. What about all the stuff you used to do with the rest of your family and friends? It's all gone because of that monster.
I miss having a dad. And I miss you. But I miss the "you" who you used to be. Not the "you" who you are today. I want you to be him again. My dad. I want you to care about me, and be interested in me, and what's going on in my life. But I know that'll never happen. You, and her... the pair of you have taken that away from me.
I don't wanna miss you anymore. I don't wanna care anymore. Not if it's all for nothing.
- Sam (that daughter accident you once had)