My letter to my dad and brother.

I have heard that since you have gotten out of jail. That you and dad have messed up. If this is true then:

Do NOT call us.

Do NOT write us.

Do NOT come over.

Do NOT message me.

Either you or dad see us in public, act like you didn't, and go on your way.

I REFUSE. REFUSE! REFUSE! REFUSE! ABSOLUTELY refuse. To allow any crackheads, meth addicts, and etc to interact with my children that I know about. I WILL NOT put my kids through the same exact shit that dad did and have them emotionally scarred. Where I would get promised something several times and dad NEVER came through. I dislike Bob my mom's fiance, but at least he HAS been there when he can and could.

For over 10 years Bob has clothed Steven including myself, Bob has fed us, Bob has kept a roof over our heads, Bob has gone to school activities and performances, Bob has paid for field trips, Bob has helped get us a car, Bob has taken us on trips and family vacations.

What the HELL has dad done? What? I remember starving and my friends and neighbors having to feed me. While dad was on crack and heroine. I remember going to school shoeless and a teacher buying me shoes. While dad was on crack and heroine. I remember being locked in the house taking care of a toddler aged Steven for hours on end, alone. While dad was on crack and heroine. I remember dad promising to take me places, but never did. While dad was on crack and heroine. I remember going birthdays and Christmases without getting a visit or phone call from dad. While he was on crack and heroine.

If dad expects me to put them through the same thing. He is fucking out of his damned mind. Already he would rather drink with Elizabeth and Seth on the weekends with their crack headed asses than see his grandkids. Already he would rather be with some skanky disease ridden bitch than spend time with his grandkids. Already he would rather be at a titty bar than spend time with his grandkids.

And you. You're just as shameful and horrid as he is. If you two are up to what I think. Which I'm pretty sure you all are.

If he can get drunk with those fucking ignorant ass crackheads. Ooops. I mean "family". And if he can be with a dumb bitch, and if he can go to a titty bar with a BUNCH of filthy, disgusting, low grade sack of skin for human beings that are especially disease ridden strippers or shall I say skeezes?

THEN HE CAN SPEND AT LEAST 1-2 WEEKENDS A MONTH WITH HIS FUCKING GRANDKIDS. OR HE NEVER HAS TO SEE THEM AT ALL. Because whether or not he's on drugs. Him NOT seeing them for whatever lame ass excuse is unacceptable.

Honestly it's getting to the point that I don't want anything to do with either of you. I already don't want anything to do with Henry, Brenda, Elizabeth, Seth, or Dezerae. Because trash is trash and always will be trash no matter how it smells. If I've gone this long without you. I can live my whole life without either of you soundly. Its no skin off of my nose. And the kids barely know either you or dad. So it wont hurt them if they never see you again. They wont be able to miss you, if they dont know you. And you two are already starting to prove that ya'll could give 2 shits whether you know them or not.