Dear Dad,

Dear Dad,

It's hard for me to find the right words to express the depth of the pain and anger I feel towards you. But I need to try, because carrying this burden alone has become unbearable. I need you to understand why I'm so hurt, why I'm so angry, and why I had to walk away from you.

Not a single day passes without your actions haunting me. The memories of what you did to me as a child linger in my mind, poisoning my thoughts and suffocating my soul. You shattered my innocence and stole my trust dad, leaving me with wounds that may never fully heal. You damaged me mentally, Dad, in ways that I'm still struggling to comprehend.

I don't feel worthy because of what you did to me. I don't feel like I deserve love or happiness because you taught me to believe that I am nothing more than an object to be used and discarded. I'm confused, Dad. I don't know if I love you or hate you dad. Maybe it's neither, or maybe its both. All I know is that I lost my dad when I needed him the most.

You were supposed to protect me, Dad. You were supposed to be my hero, my safe haven in a world full of darkness dad. But instead, you became the monster under my bed, the nightmare that never ends. You betrayed my trust, Dad, and you destroyed our family in the process.

How could you look at me, your own flesh and blood, and do those unspeakable things? How could you inflict so much pain on someone you were supposed to love and cherish? I've spent so many years trying to understand why you did what you did, but I'll never find the answers I seek.

I've disassociated myself from reality, Dad, because facing the truth is too painful. Whenever I feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, I retreat into myself dad, desperate to escape the memories that haunt me. But no matter how hard I try to bury them, they always resurface, tormenting me like a relentless storm.

I used to wonder if you remembered what you did to me, if you knew the magnitude of your actions. But I've given up on that thought. It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that you hurt me, Dad, and you continue to hurt me every single day with your silence and your indifference.

I don't even know if I want an apology from you, Dad. I don't know if it would make a difference. But maybe, just maybe, some acknowledgment of the pain you've caused would offer me a sliver of closure. An apology won't fix what you broke, but it wouldn't hurt either DAD.

In the end, I'm not sorry for walking out of your life, Dad. I'm not sorry for choosing myself over you. Because I deserve better than the pain and betrayal you've inflicted upon me. I deserve to be free from the chains of my past, to live a life filled with love and happiness.

I hope one day you'll realize the depth of the damage you've caused, Dad. I hope one day you'll find the courage to confront your demons and seek forgiveness. But until then, I'll continue to heal and grow without you by my side.

Goodbye, Dad.

Sincerely,

Your lost daughter