Dear father:

You were never there when i was a child, still choose not to be there now. Since no amount of sorries will undo the time lost and time chosen to be spent on floozy women I gladly accept all the money you give me to try to buy my love back. You hurt my childhood heart I hurt your wallet though the pain still would not make you copeable for your actions! I cannot change me as you wont change you for I was born this way, yours is a choice. Even though there is a choice you could make that would at least put a bandage on a large wond that requires stitches and tlc you still leave the cut untouched. For these reasons I cant say that I care for you any longer. The path my feet traveled may be frought with sticks and stones, where I am on this road is still amazing even without you. You made the same choice in life that your father before you made and learned no lessons. One child down two to go but one of those two you decided to wipe away as if he only existed as a stick figure on a scrap of paper. I cant be who you want me to be but I am the person I want to be and loving this life. When your end of days come who will be there? When you think back how will you feel about the life you constructed using your own hands? Who will be carrying you to the dirty final resting grounds? We've got but one life yours is closer to over than mine, do the right thing before its too late. You have but one chance to find the candle and ignite it before the lights go out for good!