This is a note that I wasn't able to give to my father. I've spent weeks editing and revising it. But sadly before I could hand it to him, he was carted off. I guess my hopes is that he'll find it in the future, in some crazy way. I don't know, I guess its just my way of coping.



Dear Dad,

I don't know what you did to my older sister, but she wouldn't accuse you of that as a cover up for sneaking out. I looked at the situation from every angle, and in every light, but no matter how I see it, I need to stay away from you.

I don't know if you actually molested my sister, but what I do know is that you did drug mom. I've known for months now, but didn't know how to say it. You wanted to touch her, but she wouldn't let you cause she filed a divorce. So as an alternative you put drugs in her food. She would pass out and you'd do what you needed to do. Sadly you were caught red handed. Why when Big brother tried to eat the pie you made for mom did you attempt to throw it away? He wouldn't let you have it so you hit him until he gave it to you. Then you threw it away. It's been obvious for a long time dad, the truth always comes out.

But being the way you are, you'll twist the situation into your favor. Like how you tried to kill yourself so big sister would have to live with the guilt. Didn't seem like a good idea when 89 ear old grandma followed the blood trail to the bathroom in your room, did it?

You affected as all in such a negative way. Because of these tragic events, I've been diagnosed with depression and severe anxiety. I have an attack at least twice a week.

Big brother has grown emotionless, barely speaking to anyone.

Big sister has grown to hate you, but feels as free as a butterfly now that she's not under your claw.

Little brother cries for you every night, still oblivious to the horrid things you've done. His innocent tears mix in with the red splatters you left all over the carpet.

Mom, well mom probably has it the worst. You know how hard it is to work a full time job, twelve hours a day, only to come home to her red painted carpet? The smell of iron is sickening.

Grandma (your mom) hates us all. I bet she blames us for your attempted suicide, and your imprisonment.

So does your brother.

See dad, you did leave a mark on us. An annoying scar that seems to become more prominent as time passes.

Just so you know, I probably won't ever visit you in prison. No, in 25 years you can come crawling to me, begging on your knees for forgiveness. Because this time the truth came out, like a full water balloon it popped and everyone got wet.

So while your in prison, I'll be drying myself off.

Tbh, this seems fake, touch expositi9n, and no names. Maby it's tral, if so, you should mail this too his prison.

I'm so sorry for your family and for you too, this never happened with me, but i hope everything be ok soon, dear.