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| acidtears (profile) wrote, on 12-5-2008 at 9:36pm | |
| Current mood: drained Music: "It's all your fault" By: Pink Subject: Father dearest, |
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| It hurt on Monday when we saw each other at Brie's concert and you didn't say hi to me, or even acknowledge I was there. But, it's just getting ridiculous. I am going to let loose right now, because everyone who knows about you, knows I need to. You ignored me all night at Brianna's Choir Concert. No hi, no wave, nada. Okay, whatever, maybe you wanted to get in the Auditorium quick to get a seat. Fine. But, afterwards, you give all of the other kids a hug and say you love them and goodbye. What did I get? I'll tell you. A cold shoulder. If this is about me and dropping out of High School and getting my GED, you don't have to fucking treat me like I just told you I was addicted to heroin. You barely look at me, you don't say a word, until tonight. Dad: So, you're not going then I take it? Samm: No, I'm not feeling great right now, I have to help with Ava, and I have plans with Jess this weekend. Dad: *Corners Samm* Are you mad at Allison[1]or something?! Samm: Umm, no, why the hell would I be? Dad: You didn't say anything to her all night Monday at Brie's concert. Samm: I said hi and had a WHOLE conversation even about hair colour. Dad: Fine. [1] Allison is my dad's girlfriend. Right it seems to me that maybe she is running to my dad when I don't have a whole lot to say. I didn't like the way you cornered me and towered over me, like you used to when I was a little kid. I wanted to cry, revert back to the five year old scared of her dad. I wish my mother had spawn me and the 3 other kids with someone nicer. Someone better. Someone who wouldn't go a month or so without a phone call or visit. I would never pull the trigger, But I have cried wolf a thousand times, I wish you could feel as bad as I do, I have lost my mind. Alot of my blogs are about you. But, I wish that for once I could have a good blog about you. You crush that hope all the time. Right now, you are treating me like a disease. "Stay away from her, don't touch, barely talk to her, and don't really look at her". This damn song is on repeat. Because parts of it remind me of you. I wish we could have a good relationship. But, I am done trying. I'm the one making the attempt, and when I try to find common ground with you, you say "hmm, hmmph, uh huh, ok". Your usual responses. Like my ideas are stupid. And sorry to say this; Wait, strike that. Fuck being sorry. I'm done with that. But, frankly, your girlfriend, Allison, seems a bit stuck up. She tips her nose up everytime she's around us. Everytime I bring up a thought, she makes me feel stupid. With her polite frown and "hmm" remarks. Maybe thats why you think we didn't talk that night. I was doing the talking, she was just saying "hmm". One way conversation. I mean come on, why her? Now Brooke, she was the best. We were like friends, her and I. Her parents(I still call them Grandma and Grandpa Miller to this day) took us bowling, to karaoke, etc. Her dad was awesome. We all watched NASCAR together, he got me those "Metal Edge" magazines I loved, they both spoiled us. What happened? Fuck that up to? You know Dad, I want you to be happy. But, lately, I just want you to feel half of the hurt I feel. So, if you are going to continue to ignore me, treat me like shit, make me feel like a horrible person, guilt trip me, etc..... then don't come back for me every other weekend. I want someone who is supportive, understanding, caring, loving, funny, genuinely nice, etc. for a dad. You try. But, you can't wear that mask forever. You can't pretend to be a family guy who loves to spend time with his kids. Because come on man, we know thats not true. Or, if it was, you wouldn't ditch them for concerts, parties, bowling, and, oh of course...Allison. Don't worry about me anymore. The tears will evaporate, my smile will come back..brighter than ever. And it won't be my dear old dad who gave me the thousand watt smile. It will be my mom. Because she is the definition of a parent. You are the guy who likes to pretend he doesn't have kids. Especially me because I am a High school drop out who had a pregnancy scare. Sorry we aren't all as perfect as you. Bye. -Samm |
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cJessicaPyne | 12-06-08 6:13pm I'm sorry all of this happened but I'm glad I was there to hear about it firsthand. I love you and I'm sorry the roads are shitty and you're not allowed out, but you know I'll always come in there. |
acidtears | Re:, 12-06-08 6:16pm you, come now...lol..j/k. It's alright, no need to be sorry, my dad's just a jack off. Easiest way to put it, and I am so sick of giving him more and more chances and him blowing them. I really am. This is something I would expect from a boyfriend, not a father. lol. But, you are always welcome here. I love you too hun. And trust me, if my mom wasn't so paranoid, I would out of here with the speed of a cheetah. lol. |
cJessicaPyne | Re: Re:, 12-06-08 6:20pm ...like a boyfriend you say?
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acidtears | Re: Re: Re:, 12-06-08 6:31pm si. Those things, the blowing the chances, are things I expect from boyfriends. Dad's aren't supposed to continuously blow chances. But, at fifteen, couldn't really blame my mom for picking an ass. haha. |