Pale Bride

today I got a letter from my father. the first words in thirteen years. Fourteen is when he dumped me.


I wrote back stating that I am: happy, feeling free and trying to be beautiful and kind. great. wow. congrats. and all of this means what? I'm cold.


I'm mad at daddy for ignoring me and rejecting me from his care and share. Where the hell were you all these years, Dad?


Now I'm a grown-up fantastic woman and I don't want to even bother with you. Please make it up to me. Please me like you would a child, that is your own.


suck it up has been the mantra through my whole childhood and career. sickly it works. and I'm good at moving on.


just because one man let me down, I have made it my duty to never let man down. I'll be here for you. I'll be it for you. Until you may want to abandon me.


But I have infinite love with David. And our imaginations are bright to give us the brains. I don't need a redneck father. But I have one, who is writing letters again.


forgiveness