Lately I dont know who I am. I wish i knew my real dad. I think I would understand who I came from. Or at the very least have someone that would understand me. My stupid step father who I am forced to call dad doesn't even care. I left my girlfriend, she cheated on me, we dated for almost four years coming up here in December. He told me that I am an idiot. I don't know what im doing. Well dad, your suppossed to support me in what makes me happy. You dont, just because she was good looking you take her fucking side! You can't see past her low cut shirts and pretty smile. No matter what you did, i always tried to help... And now you talk to me like I am some sort off failure. Well, you dont fucking know me. You sit at home and watch your TV while i run my business, that you said would fail, you sit there while I go to work you fucking pig. You never cared. I break my arm you laugh. Im starving you say get another job. So I did. I got another job. I have four jobs now, and now im not starving. You tell me to shut up and do the house work, you know what, I make the same amount of money as you, so what are you going to hold against me this time? Yeah, look at me now, i make 36,000$ a year and im going places while you watch cops. I drive a 10,000$ sport car at 16, while you wish you were me. I know everyone, i know police, federal agents, military, judges, lawyer, governors, while your a pathetic, egotistical salesman. So yeah, you can yell, while I buy my clothes, my food, my shoes, pay my insurance, my hospital bills, my haircuts, my lunch money, my school supplies, but know that a real dad wouldve helped. He wouldve cared. You never took the time away from your damn shows. So its okay, dad, I am going places. I am going to be happy, without you.
Sincerely,
Your loving son
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