Open letter to mom from alienated child

Hey Daddy look at me. I wish you could be by my side there’s just so much to see. I know mommy is keeping me away from you. I know it hurts you because it hurts me too.

I wish you could’ve been here when I was born, you could wrap me in a blanket and keep me cozy and warm. Didn’t they realize I needed you from day one? Can’t she see she hasn’t really won? I’m here all alone with just mommy by my side, while there’s a whole other half of family waiting with arms and hearts open wide. I’ll never understand this hate, a world that forces me to only have one parent, surely God didn’t give me this fate.

I’m a little older now and I still miss my Dad. Mommy is still keeping me from you, apparently she’s really mad. I was crawling a few months ago and now I’m about to walk, soon ill be up and about I’m even beginning to talk. It hurts me inside that you’re missing it all, you can’t even be by my side to catch me when I fall. I want you here by my side, I need to feel my Daddy’s love deep inside. I know you write and I know you call but my mommy refuses to answer, it seems the hate is growing inside her like a cancer. She still cannot see that the one she is hurting is me.

A few years have passed and Daddy’s not around much. I long for his love and I long for his touch. There’s still so much to learn and so much to do, mommy why are you doing this to me I wouldn’t do this to you. I want him to teach me to ride my new bike and to be seen in public so people can say how much we look alike. We can run and play or hide in a tree, I am a part of him and he is a part of me. He will read to me a night and put me to sleep, this feels so good to have a Daddy its a feeling I would surely keep. In the mornings we’ll watch cartoons and eat pancakes in bed, I can’t figure out why mommy wishes he was dead.

The years have come and gone now but all my mom wants to do is fight, I’m so glad daddy keeps fighting for me with all of his might. I know he is broke now and doesn’t have much money, but when dad and I are together we’re like butter and honey. I’m in high school now and things are getting good. It’s harder and harder for mommy to keep him from me though I know she wishes she could. It’s sad because now I see that she is sick, all her trying to keep us apart I knew it would not stick. You cannot break it with a hammer or chisel or even a knife, a father’s love for his children will last their whole life.

I’m a grown up now and one thing is clear, the hatred you had for Daddy persisted year after year. You thought you were so clever and smart, all those things you did to just keep us apart. It didn’t work out well for you though, because now when you ask to see me it’s I that says no. You can no longer control and manipulate, it seems a lonely old woman was always your fate. If only you had opened your heart and your mind, a common ground with Dad I’m sure you would find. I wish it wasn’t this way it didn’t have to be, all along the only person you harmed the most was me.

Your child

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Saturday, February 8, 2014