Dear Father of Mine,

By lying to me for years and saying you gave a flying fuck when really it was your mental guilt that forced you to pay attention to the one child you fathered.
Now, that you have to sit in jail and deal with your shit, you want me to feel bad for you.
You said when you came up to "explain" What happened, even though it was known already to me.

You are a sick, sorry little bastard with no consideration for anyone's needs but your own. That about spells it out.

Your letters, will soon be my firestarter if I have a bonfire, or maybe I'll shred them up to use as cushion for when I send Mark his christmas gifts. Either way, I will read than trash them, just like you made than trashed me.

Fuck you.