You knew that I had issues. You knew that it was hard for me to let you into my family, yet you busted it up anyway.
I was 5 when you first got involved with my mom. For months, she would go on dates with you and for months she kept it from me.
She kept something from me.
I should've known that it wasn't going to be good if my mom had to keep it from me.
You made her happy, you made her smile when I couldn't. That's all you really needed in order to get my approval.
It was just me and her. We had nobody.
You knew that my father was a terrible human being. That he didn't treat us the best and yet you had the nerve to show up.
You had the nerve to bust up our happiness.
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Parasite
RandomA story of all the things I want to tell my ex-stepdad but can't gain the courage to tell him.
