Dear Sperm Donor,

Growing up, the family motto was “what happens in the house stays in the house.”

I would ask you why you hurt me, but I know you can’t answer. I’ve contemplated this conversation, but it’s been four years and I refuse to take the blame any longer. You were my father, and I your child, and growing up you used to tell me to let you know if someone “touched me in the wrong spot,” all along knowing you would be the one who would take my innocence. But what happens in the house, stays in the house.

My sister asked me what you did every time you dragged me from our room late at night. I never had the stomach to answer, but she knew the system: she was your first victim. But what happens in the house, stays in the house, so when I left each day, I closed my mouth, never talking about what went on. I had to stay strong because Mommy always said what happens in the house, stays in the house.

Now Mommy’s dead, but at least I was able to tell her what you did. She didn’t speak to me for days, and I say it’s because the cancer left her weak, but that’s just something I tell myself because I refuse to believe both of my parents let me down. So I fix her image up, and I let her wear her crown, but sometimes it gets to me; that’s another story. All I know now is, what happens in the house, shouldn’t stay in the house any longer.

Sincerely,

Your Little Princess