You b**tard

by ellie   Dec 16, 2005


Dad, do you know how hard it is when mother wants to make it a better Christmas then usual, with no money, do you know how hard that is?
How can you have a great Christmas with your darling girlfriend, seeing as it be the first Christmas you'll together, seeing as we deprived you from it last year.
Try not to think of us at home, when your enjoying yourself, with all the money, all the love, when you have taking that from us, you self git, can you not see what you are doing, mum can hardly feed us at the best of time, and now Christmas is here, you expect us to survive on what...Money, well good luck because you haven't given us any...
When mother told me you had all your stuff stolen, all your belongings, i laughed because lets hope the bad luck is going to you, seeing as for the past 4 months we have had...
Your meant to be coming home for a little while, but don't bother, if you couldn't bother to even book your flight early enough.
I know for certain it wouldn't bother my mum if you didn't come home, it wouldn't bother me, it wouldn't bother me if i never saw you again, you choose to leave the family so why bother trying to be part of it, and act as if nothing has happened.
And another thing, you are slowing loosing everyone, you've lost me, you're loosing Joseph, because you keep letting him down, he should be used to it like me, but you keep making promises and you never f**king keep them. Why? Why do you even bother to get our hopes up in the first place.
Joseph still loves you but your messing with his head, did you even think of him when all this happened, he is still a little boy, he needs a father when he's growing up, but i guess you were never there for any of us, so whats different about Joseph.
What exactly was going through your head when you came home? What were you thinking? What the hell were you thinking when you brought your b**ch into the country...Why?
Did we even cross your mind? You know the family you once had, and have know messed up.
Thanks to you Katie is the one paying for Christmas, out of her trust fund, not the money you should be paying us, and mother has to find the money to pay her back again.
I actually want you to die, go to hell, maybe pay for all the shit you have put us through, feel the pain we are having...
Because I don't think you have any idea.
B**tard!

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