I just realized something.
A very painful something.
Love is rare. You only find it in your soul mate.
And your parents.
And everyone else is either ignorant, stupid, or pretending.
But you know what?
The one person that should love me most...Didn't.
Doesn't.
And never will.
Everyone says he does.
But they're wrong.
If he did
He would've stopped himself.
He would've lowered his hand.
Dropped the belt.
Stopped my tears.
Lowered his voice.
Calmed himself.
He wouldn't have hit the counter
So hard everything bounced up into the air.
He would've said he was sorry.
Shown emotion.
He would've done something other than scream at me.
For things he did wrong.
Daddy would've loved his little girl.
Daddy wouldn't have made his little girl cry.
Daddy...
Wouldn't...
Have...
Hit...
His...
Little...
GIRL!!!!