if it were up to me i would never come see you and your bitch of a wife and her spawn of satan ever again. you wonder why i don’t want to come see you but it’s because you think you can sit there and parent through a screen. wake up. you’re not around here and you don’t know what we go through here every day. how are you gonna say you don’t trust me but not even make an effort to see what’s going on with me from day to day. you did the exact same thing to (brother) that you’re doing to me. you became hateful and distrustful and i watched what it did to your relationship yet you’re doing the same thing to me. i can’t do anything anymore without you thinking i’m on drugs or having sex. with you everything always comes down to the fact that i have issues that can’t be fixed and i’m going down a bad path and i can’t be trusted and i’m sick of it. i can’t take it anymore. this has been an ongoing thing since i was little. i’ve always been judged and compared to both (brother) and (step sister). i used to have such bad anxiety at an age where kids shouldn’t even know what anxiety is because of YOU and the people YOU spend your life with. i’m sorry i’m not a perfect angel like (step sister). i never will be. i’m my own person i have my own qualities and just because i’m not her doesn’t make me a bad person. we’re different people. stop comparing us. you trust her because you’re all up in her phone and watch her every move? well you’re all up in my shit too but it’s different with me cause i’m the fuck up. you think you’re a good dad because you don’t trust me and go to the furthest lengths you can to prove that i’m what you think i am. i may be half of you but that doesn’t mean you can’t lose me. there are reasons behind my distance from you and how i talk to you. i know what’s said and what’s been said and if it were you in my shoes you wouldn’t want to be surrounded by people like that either. the amount of judgement passed by all of you is unreal and i’ve always been treated differently. and what if i do have deep rooted issues? who’s fault would that be? they’ve been there for longer than you know. i know you talk about me. i know that every time something is said about me it’s never anything positive. not once have you ever gotten a notification for a good test or quiz grade and acknowledged me for it. it’s only the bad things. talking to you is really hard and it shouldn’t be because you’re my own dad. i should be able to come to you with stuff without feeling judged or hated for it. but i can’t. and it’s messed up. you know i don’t want to see you but here’s why. every other weekend i have to go over there and sit and listen to (step sister) getting praised and talked about when i could be doing something i actually enjoy. if you wanted to spend time with me you could. we could meet half way to have dinner or to do something, but it’s really unfortunate that we can’t because you have your other (more important) family to tend to, so i’ll leave you to that.

i don’t like how my business gets told to the whole family. so much of it is stuff that i want to keep private and you ruin that. i can’t tell you anything without it getting back to (step sister) through you or (step mom). and i’m done with it. i can’t take it anymore. i’m done talking to you. i’m done telling you things. i’m done trying to be open with you because i know i’m judged for it. i’m done coming to see you every weekend and sitting and doing nothing. and i’m done with your stupid drug tests. you have no trust in me even though IT SHOULD BE CLEAR TO YOU that i am trying. so fuck you for all the things you’ve ever involved everyone else in when they could’ve easily been handled between you me and mom but didn’t because you felt that everyone needed to know what a fuck up i am. why do you guys tell everyone my business? is it because you want them to look at me differently like you do? grow the fuck up. that’s immature. you might see me differently because you define me by my mistakes and you think i’m a slut and i’m gonna end up on heroin in a few years. but i know that’s not who i am and you can’t take that away from me by changing other people’s views on me. you AND (step mom). do you like seeing me get hurt from the judgement when there’s already enough pain inside? or do you not realize i know what you people are. people who spread my every wrong doing to fuck up everyone else’s outlook on me. what was the point? the point in telling (step sister) AND (step sister’s friend of 2 months- they showed them a picture of the inside of my mouth to let them know not to be like me) i had an std? (step sister’s friend) wasn’t even family. she could take that and do whatever she wants with it. and it would be your fault. what was the point in telling (brother) i brought an empty bottle vape juice to school? the point in telling whatever other family about my mistakes? to make them realize how lucky they are to not be like me? to demonstrate to (step sister) exactly what not to be? i just don’t know what to do. you play this game where you’re the innocent dad who loves his daughter to pieces but i know what’s been said about me and if i have a daughter i pray to God i never ever speak of her like you and (step mom) have of me. i’m emotionally exhausted and i’m tired of the judgement i feel and receive and no one else was going to say anything so here i am. i am DONE with you. and it breaks my heart. i always imagined my daddy walking me down the aisle. but no. you will not even get as close to MEETING my boyfriend and if he does become my husband one day, you will have grandkids you will forever have 0 contact with. the things you’ve done are unforgivable- you should not have been a parent.