By Rayne Wilcox
“There’s nothing worse than a man that can be everything to everybody else except a father to their own child.” -Unknown
Dear Dad, this is my second and last letter to you. As I lay in bed, writing this letter to you, and crying, I don’t know what to say. Last year I wrote you something telling you how I felt about our estranged relationship and I even sent it to you. What did you do about it? Nothing.
I don’t know if you know this, but I’m in a relationship now. I told you that but I have yet to get a response so I don’t know if you’ve received it or just plain out ignored me. I was going to call grandpa after it happened only to remember that the only father figure in my life was no longer here with me.
He would have asked me so many questions about him, something a dad is supposed to do. I’m trying to remember the advice he would give me about boys but right now I cannot remember anything and it really hurts, but the point is, he would have given me advice and you wouldn’t. You’ve never tried talking to me about my life.
I don’t know if the tears falling from my eyes are angry or sad. I thought I was done being upset about you. I’m 18 years old and I’m a senior this year. I should be done being sad about this, but I want you to see me go across that stage to receive my diploma. I want you to attend my graduation party and be a part of the biggest year of my life and I want you to be proud of me ,but right now I’m done.
I don’t want you to be a part of my life anymore. I am done feeling this way about you. I shouldn’t have to beg you, my own father, to have a relationship with me. I’m done wasting my time on someone who doesn’t care. I hope you change your ways so you can make someone happy, but as for me, this is the final straw.