I find it offensive that you called my house on Father's Day, as if I wasn't already all too aware that you exist, you had to make sure that you seemed even more pathetic than you are. At least in your own mind you could feel like your children were at fault for the emptiness in your life, that once again, we failed to call you or come to see you, so we must not care.

You are so full of shit with your childish justification for your inexcusable behavior as a parent. Even though we are grown, you can never take back what you put us through, and it's killing you that we no longer have that innocent, trusting adoration and love for you, like we did when we were just four little girls. Now that you are getting old, you think that you need to try to reconnect somehow, but I hate to tell you, Dad, it's just a little too late now, because after 25 years of you fucking off, you've missed your chance at being acknowledged by us as more than a sperm donor.

Oh, I hate it. It tears me apart sometimes to feel so full of remorse, I wish you weren't such a big loss to me, I wish that I could be a cold-hearted bitch and never speak to you. I want sometimes so badly to just face you and cuss you out for all the times I needed your love, your guidance, your discipline, your attention, but you were God-only-knows-where, with God-only-knows who. Are you even aware that almost every wrong turn I took in my life, every mistake, or bad decision, or even wrongs I have done could have possibly been prevented if you had been just a little bit involved in my upbringing? If you had even made a half-assed attempt at being responsible for us, we would all have maybe felt like we were valuable people, and had some self-esteem. Do you realize that by choosing to leave us behind and live your single life, you selfish S.O.B., you also chose to fuck up our lives forever?

I just don't know how you slept at night all those years not knowing if we had food, or utilities, or clothing, much less if we still had a place to live. I wonder how many nights you were probably eating steaks while we were down to our last can of string beans that we heated over a can of sterno. How many times did you go to bed crying because you had nothing to feed your children in the morning? How many times did you go to work praying that your kids were gonna be alright at home alone because you had no one to watch them, but you had to work? How many times did you walk to work? Wear shabby clothes? Have holes in your shoes? Have no phone? No electricity, gas, or water? How many nights did you spend caring for a sick child, even in a hospital? How many school programs did you attend? How many times were you ever there for anything?

I say not even once, and if you say you cared, but could not be there for us because you worked, or whatever, then you are a liar, because if you cared, you would have done whatever to be there for us, and you would have done something about our situations. So, you see, Dad, you are just guilty of being a heartless, selfish, and cruel bastard, and the fact that you always had a good idea of how we lived makes it even more painful for us to realize that you honestly never gave a damn. Period. You always had nice clothes, a nice truck, a nice home, plenty of food, money, and even time, but you never valued us enough to want us. Even the other people in your life were more valuable to you than us, and I will never know why or how you can feel that way about us. Why weren't we good enough for your love?

On top of all you never did or felt for us, you put our Mother in what I imagine must be complete hell, because she was young, uneducated, and all alone, with no friends or family, and the day you left, you took away any freedom, any social life, any chance at all for our mother to be young because you put it all off on her, knowing she could not do it all.

If I have one hope for the future, it would be that people like you, people who choose to start families, stay for a few years then just decide they don't want to be mom or dad, and bail out, turning their backs on the children they chose to create, claimed they loved, but lied to, will have to be held accountable for abandonment and neglect. Not just by sending a check in the mail, but by actually physically being part of their lives. Also, I wish that there were laws that made negligence like yours punishable by law, so that selfish bastards could then sit in jail and think about all the times they should have been taking responsibility for their offspring instead of being downright abusive, cowardly, and heartless and destroying an innocent child's self-esteem, and breaking their hearts.

I bet then the world would be a better place for us to live.......