I Deserved A Seat At Your Table
An open letter to my father, since nobody reads these anyway. That's right. I deserved a seat - at my own family's table, that I didn't get, and probably never will have. That's all I wanted, love without conditions , acceptance, and your time . I didn't want your fucking money . That's the only thing you seemed to know how to do, was throw money my way, like crumbs, and expect everything to be ok. No. It's not okay. Money doesn't solve everything. It doesn't take the place of all the times I just wanted to hang out with you, and be your daughter. It doesn't solve the days and nights I've spent crying, wondering what I ever did wrong to deserve such a deadbeat for a father. Money doesn't replace the time lost. You left me before I was even born. Did I deserve that? Absolutely not. I was an unborn child about to arrive into a world that I now feel was meant to fail me in every way. I spent the first 10 years of my life not knowing y...