Your gone. You left. Your my dad, you can’t just ruin my childhood and think I will love you the way I did. Everyone says that it is okay, the know it isn’t okay. I was five. You blame mom for not letting us see you as much, you moved across the state. How is she supposed to react. You left your mess and your dept for us to clean up. Without your dept, maybe, like a normal child I could have gone to places like Disneyworld. Instead, I was tortured through school, kids making fun of me for not having a real Dad. I cried oceans of tears. When people ask you who you love most, most people say my mom and dad. No, I say my mom, she has had to take your place for almost 7 years. You ruined our lives. You scarred me for life. I will never have that average childhood or that normal dad. When I talk to you or see you, I say “I love you.” Do I really love you? You don’t even realize what you have done to me, mom, or my sister. You only think about you. I hope not child has to deal with what I do.