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Dear Dad,

I am absolutely livid. As you are well aware, Ben has recently returned home from spending a week at your residence. Upon his arrival home, Ben informed me of some things you were saying in my absence. I was absolutely horrified to learn that much of what you were saying had no truth to it at all.

If you and she-who-shall-not-be-named have an issue with me, I would kindly request that you address it with me in person. The first bone you had to pick, I believe, was the fact that I went to the mall with my aunt and cousin. You believe I did this deliberately to get out of watching Liam for you. Even if this was the case, I was not aware that watching your child was my moral obligation. I went to Ohio to visit with my aunt and cousin, which I was accomplishing through shopping with them. Because you have an apparent lack of interest in socializing with our family does not necessarily mean that I have inherited this unfortunate trait from you.

Alas, I am not a nanny that will supervise your children at your every last request. I am a seventeen year old girl with every intention to visit with my family.

I was further annoyed when I learnt that you thought of me as a bitter disappointment. I find your reasoning for this conviction to be quite comical, as you claim that I am not quite social enough. You were furious that I participated in a social activity, going to the mall with my aunt and cousin, and then quickly claimed that I was not social enough for your liking. I am curious as to how you came to this conclusion. Are you aware of how many amazing friends I have? Are you aware of how many social outings I attend? The answer is no, and this is because you, sadly, have had minimal to do with my life for the past seven years. I would appreciate it immensely if you would refrain from talking about things that you are obviously ignorant to, IE my life in general.

You may view me as a bitter disappointment, but I hold you in comparable regard. You are a bitter disappointment as a father, and a human being in general.

I was blown away when she-who-shall-not-be-named claimed that she had recently discontinued giving me money for my good grades. Why you ask? Because over the course of my life I have not once received a penny from either one of you for good grades. In fact, neither of you have ever seen a single report card of mine, a fact that you often grumbled about. I never felt that it was necessary for you to view my report card, as you played no active role in my life whatsoever.

You are nothing to me; you certainly are not a father nor a friend. You are nothing. I never made you choose between she-who-shall-not-be-named or I, but you opted to choose anyway. You chose to leave our family, you chose to discontinue seeing your kids regularly, you chose to move far away, you chose not to inform your kids of your wedding, you chose to begin a new family.

How dare you cry at the train station when I left on Sunday.

One day, I sincerely hope that you come to realize the sacrifices and mistakes you have made. Until then, there is very little that I have to say to you.

Tori