It's almost been a year since you moved out, and not a day goes by without me thanking God for putting that idea in your head. You were an incredibly toxic person to live with and I'm done dealing with you exerting control and guilt tripping me all the time. Even though all of that happened, you say "You're all I have in life, and I'm still your father." You stopped being my father the day you slipped your hand under my underwear, get your facts straight. I was a child, YOUR child, but that didn't stop you from doing all those awful things that still give me PTSD.

I'm glad that I stood up for myself and told mom. I'm even more glad that mom supported me. You tell me that you moved out because you felt that no one cared about you. Well, when did you ever make me feel like I was anything more than a piece of meat to you?

Thank you for moving out, "Dad". My life is so much better now. I'm with a boy who loves and respects me and my body. I'm finishing high school in less than a year, and I'm doing better than I did a year ago. I wish you happiness in your life, but stay the fuck away from mine.

Sincerely,

Your daughter (??)