Dear Dad,

While I'm on my way to being the best me I can be, I now truly understand that you're on your way to being the worst you you can be. You've been on your way...for as long as I've been alive, and I think for as long as you've been alive. I'm no longer a kid, but you somehow manage to bring me back to angry outbursts filled with disrespect and cursing. I pity you, but at the same time, I'm extremely annoyed by you. I pity you for being who you are, and I'm annoyed by who you are. I don't consider you a man. I cannot think of any other example besides the one I'm about to give that would make you a man.

You are kind to me. You love me. You are patient with me. And I am blessed. In this way, you are a man who loves his daughters.

But in every other way, you are not. You are a child...desperate for attention. You want to be heard, but you have no worthwhile thing to say and no credibility behind your words.

You are a child...needing to be taken care of. You think you deserve a life of luxury, but you don't think you need to earn it yourself. You take advantage of family, because you can and because we let you. You should be homeless. You didn't pay for the roof over your head or the food you put in your mouth. You don't contribute to your life.

You are a child...hurting people to make you feel better. You like to hurt with your words because that's the only way you can feel powerful. Mom is such a sensitive soul and you know it...you manipulate it.

I know you're my dad and I know you love me. And that is all I need between us.

There will not be peace between us until you leave mom in peace. The way you hurt her is almost evil. It makes me hate you. It disgusts me. You disgust me.

And I'll never say these words to you in the depth I have written them here. Language barrier affects my relationship with my family so dramatically. But I had to write it down. Because one day, I will have to make the decision whether or not to take care of you. I probably will, but it won't be with open arms. It will be with resentment and obligation.

Your Daughter