Inside...

Dear Somebody.

You never truly cared, not even when Mum was pergnant with me. While she was in labour, you were out fucking your mistress. You had to cheek to suggest her name, to be my own.

I was taken away from Mum, because of you. For three whole years, I was told my mother was dead and I was starved and countless other things.
I was confused and I cried on the balcony up at the sky for Mum. All because of you.
I found out my mum was still alive, and I went back to her. You swore and you said you didn't want to see me. But you did, and you tried bribbing me into loving you.
You used me as a pitty card. That I was taken away from you.

And after four years of not talking to me, you call and walk back into my life.
You buy me things, spoil me.
But it won't work,
I told you before, and I will say it again.

You can take your money and your so called 'gifts' and shove them back up your ass.
Fuck off out of my life.
You are dead to me Dad.

Sydney, is my real Dad.
Not my step-dad, my real dad.

Fuck you.

Love,

Raluca.