I know you.
I know what you'll do.
Every time I tell you that you're being neglectful. That you're ignoring the fact you have a child.
"Works been hectic" "I dont know where my head is at" "Im having communicating with everyone" "I dont know, Im just.. distant. Life is hard"
and in the end your son suffers for it. We send pictures as often as we can. Updates. Videos. You pitched a fit. Cried because we were moving away. made sure to tell me to read to him. to ask for updates. Cried when you thought he wouldnt remember you. Now When you visited us, It was fucking pulling teeth to get you to hold him. It was Like stabbing Jesus to get you to smile at him. spend time with him. all you wanted was to sit around and pretend like you were deep and esoteric. That you were a writer and all the other emo bullshit you always pretend.
You never came for your son. You came to pretend that you were a good person.
And just now you told me "I know I suck at communicating, but there's nothing I can do about it"
Fuck you.
I gave you the option to go away. So that I wouldnt have to explain the existance of a half in half out father. So my child when he gets old enough wouldnt feel abandoned. So that you couldnt sashay in when you 'finally' felt like standing up and being a father.
Instead you act self righteous when I poke you for attention towards him. I dont ask you for support. Food. Clothes. gifts. And you dont offer either.
Its obvious. I've been oblivious to so many things in my life before now, but Im going to stop pretending that I dont know the math.
It all equals that you're a sad shit, and you dont care. Not even about your son.
Fuck you.
Every time I tell you that you're being neglectful. That you're ignoring the fact you have a child.
"Works been hectic" "I dont know where my head is at" "Im having communicating with everyone" "I dont know, Im just.. distant. Life is hard"
and in the end your son suffers for it. We send pictures as often as we can. Updates. Videos. You pitched a fit. Cried because we were moving away. made sure to tell me to read to him. to ask for updates. Cried when you thought he wouldnt remember you. Now When you visited us, It was fucking pulling teeth to get you to hold him. It was Like stabbing Jesus to get you to smile at him. spend time with him. all you wanted was to sit around and pretend like you were deep and esoteric. That you were a writer and all the other emo bullshit you always pretend.
You never came for your son. You came to pretend that you were a good person.
And just now you told me "I know I suck at communicating, but there's nothing I can do about it"
Fuck you.
I gave you the option to go away. So that I wouldnt have to explain the existance of a half in half out father. So my child when he gets old enough wouldnt feel abandoned. So that you couldnt sashay in when you 'finally' felt like standing up and being a father.
Instead you act self righteous when I poke you for attention towards him. I dont ask you for support. Food. Clothes. gifts. And you dont offer either.
Its obvious. I've been oblivious to so many things in my life before now, but Im going to stop pretending that I dont know the math.
It all equals that you're a sad shit, and you dont care. Not even about your son.
Fuck you.