We are having problems, I know. I know I haven't talked to you in more than two years, but I have my reasons for not doing it: you have hurt me more times than I can imagine. You have humiliate me in front of the family and outsiders, and I don't give a fuck if you did it consiously or not, it hurt anyway, with, or without intention.
Remember when we were kids? We would have a good or bad day pretty much depending on your good or bad day. And mom had to make sure we would behave properly, 'cause if not you would get angry and start swearing. I see my mom now and think: why? Why did she tolerate the things you made her go through? Why did she allow you to be a father in the first place? I'm not saying you have been a monster, 'cause you've never punished us physically, but you have been quite a bastard to us.
And then it's the time when mom had to look for a job, cleaning houses 'cause you couldn't find any job yourself. That year you started treating me worst than ever, yelling at me for no reason, talking shit of my brothers and the rest of my family in my presence, only 'cause you knew I wouldn't dare to make you stop talking. And all that for what? Just to find out, some years later, that you had had your own family once (with a child included in the picture). So, two years ago we met your son , Miguel. I can't believed that he came from Córdoba only to see you, 'cause he missed you! He's a nice guy and everything but he will never know how lucky he was to grow up without you. I know this is a terrible thing to say, but I mean it.
You will never know all the times I locked at the bathroom, crying in silence (so that you wouldn't listen and freak out).
I'm a woman now, and I don't need you, so that's why I stoped talking at you. So that you can't hurt me with your words anymore. I know taht my mom suffers to see that we don't speak to each other, but I really prefer it this way. I'm better not having you in my heart. I'm better off without you.
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