Breakdowns...

I am breaking down, my world is coming crashing down.
It started with simple "this is your father" and ended with tears.
You haven't been there in my life for... what fifteen years?
You weren't there for my first woman's monthly friend.
You weren't there for me when I got my first boyfriend, my first heart-break.
You weren't there for me from five to twelve, the years full of magic.
You weren't there for me when I turned thirteen, my first year as a teen.
You weren't there when I turned sixteen, a girl becoming a woman.
You weren't there for me when I gave a boy everything I had.
You weren't there when I became an adult when I turned eighteen.
You weren't there for me when I needed you the most, so what gives
you the fucking right to call yourself my father? You missed everything in
my life, except for when I was younger and you snuck into my room at night.
Do you remember that? Do you remember how I begged you to stop? Did you
even fucking care that you were doing that to your own fucking daughter? Do you care
now? What was going through your head then? What the fuck would give you the right to
think you could fucking do that? And makes you fucking think I want to talk to you now after
that? What gives you the fucking right to try and weasel your way back into my life after the
fucking nightmares you put me through? I don't want anything to fucking do with you... you aren't even worth the
words that I am putting into this.

The only thing I have left to say is fuck you father... but guess you already have done that, you sick bastard.