Sometimes life as a couple promises mountains and wonders. At the beginning, we believe ourselves in a fairy tale. Thrilling beginnings, promises that often end in betrayal. This is the story of a father who left his little family behind to look elsewhere. His daughter decided to shout her bitterness in this correspondence.
Dear daddy,
Mama told me everything. She told me how you met. And in the wake of this love, I was born. This love that didn’t last long, since when I was seven, I didn’t see you once more at home, you left to start another life, at our expense. Since then, you have become Papa Arnaud, my half-brother.
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge, without your presence. Child that I was, I never stopped asking my mother where you had gone. Resilient that she is, she told me that you were coming back soon.
“Find yourself another father”
October 2014, a young girl in the prime of life, I was entering 9th grade. Meanwhile, my mother dragged the devil by the tail. I called you to ask for school fees. Your answer was staggering, devastating: “You are no longer my child, find yourself another father”. Then you hung up following such hurtful words, unworthy of a real father. These words, perhaps you have already forgotten them, since today is eight years old. But I remember it like it was yesterday. Since that day, it’s been disarray. The next day, I went to my uncle to really ask him if I’m your daughter, my very dear uncle whom I like, reassured me that they don’t need DNA since I look like you such.
Dad, mom told me everything
I needed you so much in my teens but you weren’t there. Every time my girlfriends showed me the stuff their dads bought them, I had tears in my eyes. I would have loved to be daddy’s girl so much, but it never was.
I grew up with a big void in my heart. Everything I did, even in the worst trials, I brought back to you, thinking that if you had been there, I would never have failed in my life. I imagined you as a spare wheel, a beacon of hope in the middle of the night.
I needed a shoulder I might lean on. I needed to hear your voice tell me: “Come on, go ahead my daughter, you’ll get there”. But no, it was all fiction.
Because of you, I’ve hated men since I was a teenager. My love life was a failure until one day I met someone who gave me all the male affection you ever gave me.
Today I am regarding to get married. You are there, asking your sisters how the process is going.
“I’m not going to become your daughter today”
Dear papa, are you going to dare to come and claim the dowry? Will you say, during the ceremonies that you raised me, that you paid for my studies? As far as I know no. Did I have your education? Excuse me Papa Arnaud, as you wished, you are no longer my father.
Mom always told me: “A grown child tastes”, now i can confirm it.
Even if my aunts try to convince me that you remain my dad despite everything, I’m sorry false dad, if you come to my dowry, it will be as a simple guest. I’m not going to be your daughter today.
By the way, stop texting me that you love me. I grew up without you, today I am 25 years old and I graduated without any help from you.
The one who will never be your daughter
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