I know you are technically not dead. But the dad I knew is. And that’s the only dad I ever had so I’m writing this letter to him in hopes that he might get this message through to you somehow. Daddy(that’s what I’ll call my REAL dad), I miss you. You were my hero. Literally. Seeing you was always what I looked forward to. I didn’t get to see you much the first nine years of my life, but whenever I did, I had the best time. I thought you did too. Now, I’m not so sure. Then you moved back here and I thought that I could finally have a happy, full (if somewhat dysfunctional) family. Then you met your new wife and everything changed. You started to not care about me. And I didn’t know what to do about that so I guess I shut down and pretended everything was fine and we see where that got me. I’m depressed and I think I might be suicidal too. You’ve done this to me. My daddy wouldn’t have let that happen to me. I was his favorite person in the world. He knew what to do to make me smile and he made me CDs with songs I never even knew I loved on them. He would wrestle with me and let me make food for him to practice for 4-H. And he begged me to go to London with him because he wanted me to see the world. Now you want me to do nothing. Because, according to you, I have no talent. I’m a brat. I’m probably a bitch too. Well, guess what dad (because you don’t deserve the title of Daddy anymore) I’m finally going to take care of myself. As best as I can. Because you’ve ruined me. Congratulations. You’re the only reason I cry anymore. I hope one day I can see my Daddy again. He really is dead. I don’t know the man who replaced him, and he doesn’t know me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I know you are technically not dead. But the dad I knew is. And that’s the only dad I ever had so I’m writing this letter to him in hopes that he might get this message through to you somehow. Daddy(that’s what I’ll call my REAL dad), I miss you. You were my hero. Literally. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-267","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/267","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=267"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/267\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=267"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=267"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=267"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}