Dear Dad,
Haven't heard from you in a while- it's been 4 years exactly, in fact. Sorry I haven't called, but life has been kind of hectic lately. I hear yours has as well.
I've been okay- working, going to school. Not much else to report. Oh, and I have a new problem- it's called Generalized Anxiety Disorder- just thought you'd like to know. I know what you're probably saying, that it's all in my head, and for once, you're right- that's exactly where it is. Just wanted to say thanks for that, since it's probably something I inherited from you- that and the alcoholism.
Sorry to hear that you were in jail for a while- manufacturing crystal meth really isn't a smart career move. Look at me giving my own dad advice- you know I'm only a fat, pathetic shithead. You told me yourself, all those years.
I remember when you tried to call me a couple of years back- I was on the other line with a girl I liked (yes, I like girls, you'll be happy to know), and I didn't want to click over. I heard the message, though- which is why I erased it. Sorry about that too. I just wasn't up to talking that day.
Tell everyone over there I said hello- and tell them that I said thank you for all the phobias, childhood traumas, and bad memories that I have- my definition of the word "family" would make most people cry with pain. If I ever see any of you out in public, I'll be sure and turn and run- nothing personal, you see- I just can't subject myself to that kind of abuse and pain again.
Finally, I wanted to thank you- thank you for all the suffering you put me through. Thank you for all the times you screamed in my face that I was no good. Thanks for every time you called me an asshole, a smartalecky shithead, and every time you smacked me around a little bit. Thank you for hitting Jason with the door shut, so I wouldn't have to watch. Thanks for keeping me up at night screaming at Mom because she spent your beer money on food we needed. Thank you for all of this- it has made me the emotional cripple I am today. Sometimes I don't know what would be worse- killing you, or killing myself. But I digress.
Thank you for everything. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in four years, but I'm waiting until I'm ready to tell you all this in person- and I'm waiting until I have a really good lawyer. You better hope you die of cirrhosis before I'm ready.
-your loving son,
Randy
Haven't heard from you in a while- it's been 4 years exactly, in fact. Sorry I haven't called, but life has been kind of hectic lately. I hear yours has as well.
I've been okay- working, going to school. Not much else to report. Oh, and I have a new problem- it's called Generalized Anxiety Disorder- just thought you'd like to know. I know what you're probably saying, that it's all in my head, and for once, you're right- that's exactly where it is. Just wanted to say thanks for that, since it's probably something I inherited from you- that and the alcoholism.
Sorry to hear that you were in jail for a while- manufacturing crystal meth really isn't a smart career move. Look at me giving my own dad advice- you know I'm only a fat, pathetic shithead. You told me yourself, all those years.
I remember when you tried to call me a couple of years back- I was on the other line with a girl I liked (yes, I like girls, you'll be happy to know), and I didn't want to click over. I heard the message, though- which is why I erased it. Sorry about that too. I just wasn't up to talking that day.
Tell everyone over there I said hello- and tell them that I said thank you for all the phobias, childhood traumas, and bad memories that I have- my definition of the word "family" would make most people cry with pain. If I ever see any of you out in public, I'll be sure and turn and run- nothing personal, you see- I just can't subject myself to that kind of abuse and pain again.
Finally, I wanted to thank you- thank you for all the suffering you put me through. Thank you for all the times you screamed in my face that I was no good. Thanks for every time you called me an asshole, a smartalecky shithead, and every time you smacked me around a little bit. Thank you for hitting Jason with the door shut, so I wouldn't have to watch. Thanks for keeping me up at night screaming at Mom because she spent your beer money on food we needed. Thank you for all of this- it has made me the emotional cripple I am today. Sometimes I don't know what would be worse- killing you, or killing myself. But I digress.
Thank you for everything. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in four years, but I'm waiting until I'm ready to tell you all this in person- and I'm waiting until I have a really good lawyer. You better hope you die of cirrhosis before I'm ready.
-your loving son,
Randy
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butterfly2:
I'm always up for listening 
ozymandias:
It's cold here too. Gettin good at falling on ice.