You Want To Call Yourself Daddy?
What’s her favorite color? What’s something that makes her laugh? What are her goals? Her dreams? What is she afraid of? Do you know what she likes to do when she wants to relax? Do you know what helps her when she’s had a bad day? Can you recognize when she needs extra love because she’s feeling extra needy but doesn’t want to bother you and ask? Do you know her favorite way to be held, to be cuddled, to be wrapped up in your arms? Are you her safe place to go when the world gets scary? Does she feel she can open up to you? That she can tell you anything and everything? Do you punish her from a place of love/caring, for the correction of her destructive behaviors for her own good? Do you make her feel respected and cherished? Do you protect her? Take care of her?
Being daddy is way more than just fucking her and if you aren’t ready to take care of her mind, heart, body and soul, and protect and treat them with all the love, care, tenderness, and respect that you are capable of giving… then you’re not her daddy. You’re just an asshole wanting to be called that. And you can fuck off













