I hope someday that someone mentions your granddaughter in passing, and you realize that is how you found out about her, and that it hurts your heart more than anything in this world. I hope it pisses you off. I hope you find my address and show up at my door just so I can open it and shut it in your face, I hope it sends you down a spiral of rage while you continue to deny there being any good reason for it - I don’t know much about my father, but I do know denial is your religion. What I do know is that you have the emotional intelligence of a goldfish. And I hope that torments you the way it torments everyone else who has been unfortunate enough to cross your path.



















