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Dear Daddy,

No more broken promises, no more disappointments. I won't let you hurt me again. I'm tired of never seeing you. I'm tired of you never calling me just to see how I am, just to show you care. I'm tired of being second to your wife. Why can't you stand up to her just once... for me? You're never here for me. I can never count on you, you always let me down. You let her control your life, even when it comes to your own kids. Why shouldn't she want you to see your own flesh and blood? Don't you have that right? Do you fear her Daddy? Is that why she must be in a good mood for me to see you? I can't stand for this anymore. You not only turned your back on Mom all those years ago, you turned your back on your kids, on me, Daddy. I've only recently gotten over that. But no matter what you've done to me, I've always loved you, and even admired you. Because you're my daddy, and that's how a girl is supposed to feel about her daddy. But no more. I won't open myself to you only to be hurt again. You've caused me too much pain in my young life. I can't take it anymore. You can barely even look at me anymore. I hate you, I swear to God, I hate you. I don't want you in my life anymore. I never want to have to look into your yellowed, guilty eyes again. I never again want to have to cry because you hurt me. Don't ask my brother how I'm doing, if you ever did. Don't expect me to visit again. You're no longer a part of my life.
And just so you know, it's no ones fault but your own.

Your daughter,
Robyn S. Phelps




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On Saturday December 10th, 2005, the dried flower (82) writes:
wow...i felt your anger and your sadness in this write...and i continue to feel it...it tends to peirce the heart...i wonder how your dad feels after reading this



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