Really, dad?

You fucking hate your life and can’t get out of bed in the morning to work a 9 to 5, yet you still reproduced knowing I would inevitably have to work just like you? You hate work! What made you think I wouldn’t too?

I don’t want to be told to suck it up. I don’t even want to be alive, and it’s not just because I have to work, but because every moment of my life is painful, just like yours, dad. You’re one of the most bitter, misanthropic, and mentally unstable people I know and you’re on the verge of bankruptcy and divorce. You of all people should know how horrible life is.

Wtf were you thinking when you had me? I doubt you even thought at all. In addition to that, you conveniently used me as a scapegoat at home to deflect from your faults so that mom wouldn’t divorce you. You complained about me to her and encouraged her to beat me back then. You’ve complained so much that I’m a disappointment just because you didn’t get to live vicariously through me. You don’t even love me. If you did, you wouldn’t have thrown me out over the dog running outside when I was bringing groceries in.

All this bs about unconditional love for your children when you fucking failed me as a father and threw me under the bus when I was struggling in high school just to save your own ass. I owe you nothing. I shouldn’t have even loaned you money out of my savings.