You are no father to me. I look like you, which proves conclusively that I share some of your genetics, but that's where the relationship ends. You killed my mother. From the time I was 5 until I was 9, you used me for your realdoll when you didn't have a girlfriend. You let your new wife beat me daily, berate me, lock me in a bedroom and starve me. You finally abandoned me - you just left me sitting there, alone, waiting for someone to pick me up. Then you dumped me with the mother who had abused you. You made no attempt to check on me. You did nothing to contribute to my upbringing. Later, after I found you again, you made a big show of being a part of the family again - to the point of promising to pay for college if I just got the loan to save time. And then you abandoned me again. You weren't at my high school graduation, college graduation, graduate school graduation... no one was. When I asked for your help, you blew me off. When I needed a father, you didn't give a shiat. I just now paid off the student loans. And yet you paid for your other kids' college, cars, first house downpayments...

A couple weeks ago, you remembered my birthday for the first time in my life. Now, it seems, you want a daughter. If I thought you were sincere, that you actually cared, that you were truly sorry, I would forgive you. But there's a difference between being forgiving and being a farking doormat. You've done this too many times for me to believe you now. I know who you are. I don't want you to call me, I don't want you to visit me. If I'm in Atlanta on other business and you happen to see me, I don't want you to approach me. I feel absolutely no responsibility toward you in your old age. I hope you die alone and afraid, warehoused and abandoned. Then maybe you'll understand what you put me through.