Sometimes I get really sentimental thinking of you. You were my everything, my love, my best friend, all I knew for so long. Sometimes it makes me really sad knowing that I won’t be creating new memories with you, because all my best ones involve you. This is the first summer since 8th grade that you won’t be a part of. That’s weird to rap my head around. Breaking up with you was the right thing to do. Maybe not at the time, but it would have come sooner or later. We’re both so incredibly different now. I just wish you the best. I hope you have a beautiful, flourishing life. In my eyes, you’ll always be the best, best friend and first boyfriend a girl could have asked for.
It is such a disgrace what you have become. When I was little you were my bestfriend. Now you just disgust me. I would never consider you my father. I’m so sorry that you can’t feel happiness about anything. I’m sorry that you believe your life is terrible am that you need to lay that on yourself. Above all, I’m sorry you don’t know how to feel happiness for your child. You’re just a man that lives in my house at this point. No part of me considers you a father figure. I’d be happier if you were just gone. I’m sorry life isn’t what you wanted to be. That doesn’t mean you have to plague everybody else’s, you selfish cunt. I wish you would leave us and never come back.