This is harder than Momma’s letter. I hope you are okay. No, I pray you are okay. I miss you. I miss you soo much. I miss the boys and Momma, but Daddy, I miss you a little bit more.

I know your hurting and I understand. I haven’t stopped hurting. But my decision to back off and stop seeing you all was right. I hate this. I hate all of it. I’m hurting, and have been my whole life Daddy. When you called and yelled and made me cry, saying I loved others more than you, I sobbed the rest of the night. The Cousins tried to make me feel better, but it didn’t work. You said I don’t love you and can’t miss you....

I cry myself to sleep over you. The boys. momma. The oldest boys, I cry every night at one time or another because of you all. And I miss you. I do love you. More than you can ever know. Every time I hear a song I sang for you when I was little, or heard you listen to a lot, I cry. Because of you.

But I miss you still. And love you. No one has replaced any of you. I’m signing this with your nickname for me..

I love you Daddy...

Your broken Cinderella.