Dear Dad,

I think about you all the time and a part of me hates myself for it. I hate myself for caring about what you think or wondering what you’ve been up to, where you live, and if you’re okay. I hate myself for wanting your approval and wanting you to be proud of me and my accomplishments. I hate feeling like I need you. You broke my heart when you didn’t come to my wedding. It was the best day of my life and you didn’t care to show. You didn’t care to see me in my wedding dress or walk me down the aisle and tell me how beautiful I looked. You didn’t radiate with pride and shake the hands and kiss the cheeks of my guests. You didn’t fuss over my friends or new in-laws. You didn’t welcome anyone to the family. You simply disappeared when I told you I was engaged. You asked me if I even knew this person. This person is the love of my life and we’ve been married for almost 6 years. The truth of the matter is that I know this person, but I never knew you.

-Your Daughter