I guess I'm writing this because it's Christmas again, and I know she'd never admit it, but there's a place inside of her that wishes you'd never left. I hate you for that...You can tear our lives apart and she still misses you. I could yell and scream at you..God knows you deserve it..But you wouldn't care, you never did. You are the most evil, heartless person I have ever met.

I used to think there was some good in everybody. I was wrong.

She is one of the most wonderful, intelligent, brave people I know..You tried to ruin her with your lies, but she's stronger than you...she always will be. I put up with you for so long because I love her, and she has done so much for me. I felt I owed her that. If only we had known what would come of it. She can't forget you, even now, years later...it still plagues her..whether it's the physical burden of your debts that she is paying off, or the emotional one of not being able to trust anybody. You did this to her.

It's taken me three years without you to realise that I never deserved what you did to me. I was just a little kid...I didn't know it then but you hated me because you were scared of me...because everyone else fell for the facade, except me. I knew. You made 6 years of my life a living hell and I bet you don't even give me a second thought. It's not like I think about you every day either. I wouldn't waste my precious time on you. It's just on those days when I can't look in the mirror without crying because you made me hate myself so much...On those days when I don't think I deserve to be loved...That's when I think of you. It's okay you know, I can handle it. I couldn't then though. I was a little kid for fuck's sake. How the hell can you justify making me not want to wake up in the mornings or come home in the afternoons because I didn't want to see you? And the hardest thing of all is that once in a while I'll have that thought like maybe it was all my fault, maybe I made you hate me. Maybe I made you leave her.

The only consolation I have for myself is that it didn't hurt me when you left because I already hated you. I dreamed of the time when you would leave. I remember some days I'd come home from school and you wouldn't be there...and I'd hope against hope that maybe you'd left. But I'm just wondering one thing...How could you do what you did to her? All she ever did was love you, and all you ever did was lie to her. As happy as I was when you left, I couldn't stand to see my mother falling apart. Because of you.

She's found somebody else now...it's taken a long time for him to break down her defenses..and I still don't think she trusts him completely. But you know what? I hope they get married and invite you to the wedding. I would love to see her rub her happiness right in your fucking face. But she won't. I'm not that nice though.. so I'll tell you..I hope you get hit by a bus.

The thing that makes me really sad is your little girl. I've been told she's a selfish bitch. I would be too if I had you for a father. You've corrupted her. That's the worst thing of all.

I may not have the greatest father in the world, he mightn't be overflowing with love, but he isn't overflowing with hate which is more than I can say for you. Despite what you tried to do to me, I have two of the best friends in the world who have been there, holding my hand and helping me forget you. They love me, like you never did.

And you know what? They made me realise something. You made me feel stupid and worthless. I'm not. I am a beautiful person..so fuck you.

Bruised but not broken,

Mandy