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Monday, January 17, 2011
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This post is for my biological dad. I know he doesn't follow my blog and I doubt my step mom does either. No, they are too tied up with raising my drug addicted step-sisters 6th child (because her ex-husband has the first four and one is in heaven), tending to her anti-social, narcissistic son who is so irresponsible and lazy that he refuses to apply for disability, even though he is LEGALLY BLIND! Oh, and caring for my step-moms alcoholic sister. I can say props to them for acknowledging that my niece needed to be brought up in a safe and secure environment and I wish my niece nothing but the best. However, my niece is 1 and a half... My step sister is 32, my step brother is 29 and my step-mom's sister is in her 40's... So there are some enabling issues there. I refuse to visit, simply because I do not want to be dragged into her delusional world that they are 'sick and need help'. It's true, they are sick, but she is doing anything but helping them. And I love them all, their delusions, their addictions and their behaviors, because that is what family offers: unconditional love. But the sad fact is, once again, DAD, you have forgotten your first family... Your one and only biological child who has feelings, emotions, and is starved to have you in her life. I'm not asking you to forget about your new family, but remember the one you had.
No, I don't ask for money or things that most girls ask from their dad. I only asks that you show care for my decisions and show pride when I do a good job. You missed out on my life, you missed out on my high school years and my graduation, you missed out on a lot of things; you missed out on my first college graduation! Here's your chance to redeem yourself... I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for me. Because I couldn't live with the fact that I didn't invite you... You, however, must live with the fact that you chose not to attend. Do you want to see me walk across the stage with my degree in my hand? Prove that you care enough to show up! I dare you! You won't get another chance. If you choose to not show up, then I choose to cut my losses and to not associate with you in the future. I love you, daddy...
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