Dear Dad

I feel like I’m growing apart from you for plenty more reasons then what are listed below but I’m sick of it. You are really annoying, you don’t realize what you do or say and how it affects me (a lot like how mom didn’t) you think you can still take control of me the ways you had to before because when I was a retarded child you make me do stuff that I don’t have to like theirs no way around it! You know absolutely nothing about me either.  I swear I could ask you the easiest question like What’s my favorite band and you’d have no clue who it is. For crying out loud I think my twitter followers would know the answer to that one. Even Mom the person I haven’t talked to for about 3 years now would know the answer. My sister the one I have never lived with in my life absolutely positively knows the answers. Jayme knows more about me then you do!  And she’s not in the room right next do me 24/7. I cant talk to you about nothing in my life because you just don’t get it and theres absolutely no one here to support me and be my back bone when I have to face you. The only real strong support I got is 6 hours away from me. Another reason I need out of here. I need to be somewhere where I am supported and not closeted. Is it any wonder why I am so unhappy here. You never talk about the good things in life only the bad things and I’m stuck having to let you vent to me. It’s one thing to vent dad but can you try to see the good in it too.  You never say good job anymore. All you see is the bad. You see the bad in people you see the bad in relationships. I don’t get along with people like you.  You touch me like I’m your girlfriend or something. You put your hands on my legs the way my partner should. You place your hands on my ass. When you do that I am dying inside it freaks me out. It may be done over my clothes buts it’s not any less creepy than if it was Jeff or Michael. Its weirds me out. i just want to push your hands off me but then you'll freak out on me and start screaming if i do that.  Have to live through the pain to avoid more pain i guess. Quite frankly it makes me very suspicious of you. It make me wonder what stuff did you do to me really when I would be drugged  with all my medicine, and unconscious from my diastat. Did you like having to touch my butt and squeeze my butt checks tight. Did you like it. What did you do to me that I have no clue about?