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bubonicplague, "I hereby encourage everyone who feels the need to vent and spew pure textual nastiness against their fathers."
Dear Dad,
I haven't spoken to you face to face in nearly two years. The last time I saw you was six months ago, standing by the side of the road as the car you bought for your new girlfriend was pulled out of a ditch. I laughed my ass off at that.
>>You see, two years ago, just before I was ready to head off to college, my father promised me $5000 dollars to finish off my first year's tuition. Then, at the last minute, he refused to pay it because he didn't want me moving to New York. To him, New York was an evil place, filled with strange cultures and new kinds of people. He was really afraid that I would start dating a non-Caucasian guy. My mom, of course, was rightly furious at him for making me wait until the last minute to scamble to get a loan when if he had spoken up sooner I would have had plenty of time. Of course, that was part of his plan too. He knew I couldn't apply for a loan because I have no credit because I've never had a real job. Thanks to a family friend, I was able to get the loan I needed. Unfortunately, because Bard College was so fucking expensive, I owe my soul to the bank. Now, I go to MTSU where I go for free and get $2000 per semester in my pocket from scholarships. I'm two years away from my degree and heading over to Japan to do a year of study there. I'm on the Dean's List, and I joined a sorority. While God seems to delight in making me freak out in last minute situations, I've learned that I've always made things work out in the end.<<
However, I can't help but remember the last words I said to you. "If you don't help like you promised you would, you're not my father. You're no better than how you said your father treated you." To which he replied, "You're just like your bitch mother. I never fucking want to see you again." I understand that what I said must have hurt as I understand the truth does that to a person, but the hatred in his voice was more than I could take. Yet, I have not regretted one moment of it. You're a bastard. You were never a father. I was never anything more to than a trophy to show off to your bastard friends so you could say, "Look at my daughter. She's top of her class. She's an artist. She's gonna be famous some day." That last part always strangely sounded like, "She's gonna make me rich and take care of my lazy ass" to me.
You told me that at the moment of my birth you prayed that I would have big tits so I would "have it easy in life." Well, you fucker, you got your wish and they haven't made my life one bit easier. And remember when you promised you'd give me one of your four cars and you let my driver's permit expire twice so I couldn't get my license? Oh, and how on the car I really wanted you stuck that "No Fat Chicks." sticker on it just so my feelings would be hurt and you hoped that I'd lose weight because of it? Just as you remember every fucking little wrong that's been done to you in your life and you constantly bitch about them, I remember everything wrong you've ever done to me. I want you to realize that my life has been so much better because you're not in it.
So thanks, Dad, for making me hate you. Thanks for making me distrust men. Thanks for making me realize that true love is an illusion and that tolerating a guy may be all I can hope for. Thanks for making me have deeper feelings for fictional characters than I do for you. At least a fictional character can't hurt me.
-Savie.
bubonicplague, "I hereby encourage everyone who feels the need to vent and spew pure textual nastiness against their fathers."Dear Dad,
I haven't spoken to you face to face in nearly two years. The last time I saw you was six months ago, standing by the side of the road as the car you bought for your new girlfriend was pulled out of a ditch. I laughed my ass off at that.
>>You see, two years ago, just before I was ready to head off to college, my father promised me $5000 dollars to finish off my first year's tuition. Then, at the last minute, he refused to pay it because he didn't want me moving to New York. To him, New York was an evil place, filled with strange cultures and new kinds of people. He was really afraid that I would start dating a non-Caucasian guy. My mom, of course, was rightly furious at him for making me wait until the last minute to scamble to get a loan when if he had spoken up sooner I would have had plenty of time. Of course, that was part of his plan too. He knew I couldn't apply for a loan because I have no credit because I've never had a real job. Thanks to a family friend, I was able to get the loan I needed. Unfortunately, because Bard College was so fucking expensive, I owe my soul to the bank. Now, I go to MTSU where I go for free and get $2000 per semester in my pocket from scholarships. I'm two years away from my degree and heading over to Japan to do a year of study there. I'm on the Dean's List, and I joined a sorority. While God seems to delight in making me freak out in last minute situations, I've learned that I've always made things work out in the end.<<
However, I can't help but remember the last words I said to you. "If you don't help like you promised you would, you're not my father. You're no better than how you said your father treated you." To which he replied, "You're just like your bitch mother. I never fucking want to see you again." I understand that what I said must have hurt as I understand the truth does that to a person, but the hatred in his voice was more than I could take. Yet, I have not regretted one moment of it. You're a bastard. You were never a father. I was never anything more to than a trophy to show off to your bastard friends so you could say, "Look at my daughter. She's top of her class. She's an artist. She's gonna be famous some day." That last part always strangely sounded like, "She's gonna make me rich and take care of my lazy ass" to me.
You told me that at the moment of my birth you prayed that I would have big tits so I would "have it easy in life." Well, you fucker, you got your wish and they haven't made my life one bit easier. And remember when you promised you'd give me one of your four cars and you let my driver's permit expire twice so I couldn't get my license? Oh, and how on the car I really wanted you stuck that "No Fat Chicks." sticker on it just so my feelings would be hurt and you hoped that I'd lose weight because of it? Just as you remember every fucking little wrong that's been done to you in your life and you constantly bitch about them, I remember everything wrong you've ever done to me. I want you to realize that my life has been so much better because you're not in it.
So thanks, Dad, for making me hate you. Thanks for making me distrust men. Thanks for making me realize that true love is an illusion and that tolerating a guy may be all I can hope for. Thanks for making me have deeper feelings for fictional characters than I do for you. At least a fictional character can't hurt me.
-Savie.
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But also, wait, are you going to Japan this year? Because I'm probably going to take my long-owed HS gaduation trip this year at some point so that I can visit Leah and if you're there, too, I can visit you as well.
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I probably won't be going to Japan this year, but probably a semester before I graduate. I hope. I'd love for you to visit me when I go though. I'd love for you to visit me here in TN. That'd be great. XD
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I'm going to try to go to Baton Rouge, LA for Spring Break this year. I want my friends: Lauren from MTSU (and no, I did not replace you :P), Tara (from my hometown), Kate, and you! We can go a-ghost huntin' at The Myrtles. It's such a beautiful place that I'm using as the setting for the novel I'm actually writing. *squeezes*
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Aw, Fender, don't let one old fucker muddy your view of all men, or of love. Give that foolish old sonofabitch the finger by cheerfully REFUSING to let him influence your attitude toward other people. Don't let him have that kind of power! There's good fellers out there; I know that for a fact. :)
Congratulations on your school success! =D The decent guys of the world surely salute you.
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Passed your prime? No, no, no! At 20, your prime is still a small speck on the horizon!
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Tarara and I are planning a trip next week to visit Laurie in Memphisland with the wizards. However, we have not a place to stay. Alas, Laurie says there in no room in her inn. Will you take in two old spinsters such as ourselves in your house of bachalorocity? T'would be loverly. We shall not consume your edibles; we shall bring our own edibles... and feminine goods. We do not want to disturb yours. Thanks ever so much.
Love,
Tarara...rara and Savvy.
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I need to visit you. I want to go to Baton Rouge, LA for Spring Break. I doubt you'll be able to visit me down here for it is too far, but maybe if you can't join me down here and my Louisiana trip doesn't pan out then I can fly up to Penn. to visit you! That'd be cool.