Life in Gaza
My dad’s wife is pregnant again. (Irresponsible. So irresponsible. Call me a cold-hearted bitch. I don’t give a fuck.) She posts on Facebook. Cool.
But, she has this nasty habit of forgetting that my sisters and I exist.
Even when we’re in the same fucking room. (Which we currently are.)
“We thought heaven was at seven, but apparently eight is enough!”
Yes, Lisa. My father did, in fact, procreate before you blipped onto his radar.
Sorry he had a life before you monopolized it.
I know that you feel it is unfair (disrespectful, you say) of my sisters and I to request time with him sans you.
Sorry you’re insecure.
Mostly, I just want you to know that as soon as my father met you, I lost my best friend. And, the more that you disclude my sisters and I from his life, the easier it is for him to do the same.
But, really. Sorry your husband has baggage.
Maybe I’m just being melodramatic. But, like I said, I don’t give a fuck.
This shit right here: “We thought heaven was at seven, but apparently eight is enough!” It’s happening far too frequently, and it’s getting really old really fast.
We’re here, Lisa. PRESENT. We’re his blood, HALF OF HIM, and we have been through way too fucking much together for you to just come in and pretend that we are just some INSIGNIFICANT, INCONVENIENT EXTENSION, THE UNFORTUNATE CONSEQUENCES OF A YOU-LESS EXISTENCE.
What’s really fucked up is that I can’t even say this shit to your face. (I would love to watch you crumble beneath the weight of my words, you fucking fool.) Because, he’ll choose you. Because, that’s what he does now.
Because, he hasn’t really noticed (or he doesn’t really want to notice), but he’s rendered my sisters and I to be insignificant and inconvenient extensions, the unfortunate consequences of a you-less existence.
So, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that my relationship with my father has deteriorated, and I’m even more sorry THAT IT’S NOT EVEN REALLY YOUR FUCKING FAULT. Because, HE chose. He chose you and your kids and will continue to do so, if his behavior over the past year and a half is any indication.
But, I gotta say, you certainly will guilt him and beat him down and UNMAN him in front of other people (including your own fucking kids) until he wholeheartedly believes that he doesn’t have any other options.
Sorry you’re a weak, selfish, and entitled cunt.
Congratulations on the baby. I hope that you and my dad are happy.
Sorry you just found yourself another opportunity to nudge us further from him. And, sorry you’re going to exploit it.
Sorry. My father has a new fucking family, and I’m not taking it well.
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