Blaming me?
Posted by Alex on Monday, September 20, 2010
Under: Bastards and Bitches
Dear Dad,
I know that every single boyfriend I've ever brought home, you've felt attatched to because you want them to be the son I never was. I would say 'sorry', but I guess I can't help my genetics. Although I AM sorry for letting you intefere with so much of my life. Maybe then, you wouldn't have been so attatched.
I know that at the moment, you hate me for what I'm doing to my ex, as you feel he is the only one getting hurt, the underdog out of the people directly involved.
This is where you are sadly mistaken.
I have had to deal with breaking up with my boyfriend of a year. I know to you, it seems like I don't care about him, but I do. I never wanted things to be this way. Having to see his face fall so far, when things have always been so good between us, and you have to destroy that. You have to break him, in order for you to stay happy. To stay sane.
Then, I've also had to deal with not being able to tell the majority of my friends what is truly going on, for fear of hurting my ex.
Also, I have to hide my feelings from everyone. I'm so happy to have found what I have, and yet I can't be happy to have it. (It's "morally wrong")
I have to keep everything a secret, and it's killing me.
All the while, you pressure me into going against my feelings entirely.
I know that in your head, this is just a temporary phase, and eventually I'll go back to my ex, and things will be back to normal.
*Wake-up call for Dad*
Not. Going. To. Happen.
I love who I love, and although it may be morally wrong, this is what I want.
Can't you just pretend to be happy for me?
I have found something that makes me feel so brand new, so amazing and on top of the world. It gives me so much confidence, and I feel a change coming on.
Yet you still sit there, reminding me of how much I'm hurting everyone. How much of a bitch I am.
Trust me on this one, I already know, and I've already beaten myself up for it, I don't need you helping.
I hope you see sense soon, and realise that I'm more of a wreck than my ex, and I need all the help I can get at the moment.
If you don't, you'll lose me entirely.
Your choice. x
I know that every single boyfriend I've ever brought home, you've felt attatched to because you want them to be the son I never was. I would say 'sorry', but I guess I can't help my genetics. Although I AM sorry for letting you intefere with so much of my life. Maybe then, you wouldn't have been so attatched.
I know that at the moment, you hate me for what I'm doing to my ex, as you feel he is the only one getting hurt, the underdog out of the people directly involved.
This is where you are sadly mistaken.
I have had to deal with breaking up with my boyfriend of a year. I know to you, it seems like I don't care about him, but I do. I never wanted things to be this way. Having to see his face fall so far, when things have always been so good between us, and you have to destroy that. You have to break him, in order for you to stay happy. To stay sane.
Then, I've also had to deal with not being able to tell the majority of my friends what is truly going on, for fear of hurting my ex.
Also, I have to hide my feelings from everyone. I'm so happy to have found what I have, and yet I can't be happy to have it. (It's "morally wrong")
I have to keep everything a secret, and it's killing me.
All the while, you pressure me into going against my feelings entirely.
I know that in your head, this is just a temporary phase, and eventually I'll go back to my ex, and things will be back to normal.
*Wake-up call for Dad*
Not. Going. To. Happen.
I love who I love, and although it may be morally wrong, this is what I want.
Can't you just pretend to be happy for me?
I have found something that makes me feel so brand new, so amazing and on top of the world. It gives me so much confidence, and I feel a change coming on.
Yet you still sit there, reminding me of how much I'm hurting everyone. How much of a bitch I am.
Trust me on this one, I already know, and I've already beaten myself up for it, I don't need you helping.
I hope you see sense soon, and realise that I'm more of a wreck than my ex, and I need all the help I can get at the moment.
If you don't, you'll lose me entirely.
Your choice. x
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