The little girl

Eight years have passed and I’m still that little girl

That little girl you yelled at because you said I disgust you since I remind you of my mother

Your ex wife

My care provider

Your money drainer

I am now twelve years old and you ignored me for two months because I defended my mother after you called her such offensive names that even I knew were wrong

You told me to go up to her and to tell her that you told her to go screw herself

I am now thirteen years old and the day after my thirteenth birthday you told me I was pathetic because you saw I had a C in math class

The other day you saw your twelve year old son swearing because he lost an Xbox game

You asked him where this awful foul mouth came from and right before you finish your sentence he screams back

You.

You told me I was going to turn out like my mother and that I should marry someone rich just because I have no chance in being able to take care of myself

50% of Marriages end in divorce. You know it, I know it, because You are the third generation of divorced parents

You were the one to try to convince me I was worthless

You were the one to tell me I won’t go far

You were the one to say I was Pathetic.

But the truth is…

It will always be in the eye of the beholder

I am almost 16 and have no contact with you anymore

And one day you’ll see, I am no longer that eight year old messenger you tried to hurt.