Dear irrelevance,
I never cared for you anyway. You trapped me with a pregnancy, and then I told myself I loved you. But I didn’t. I only love my child. She looks more like you, I admit that. Thank God you were beautiful as a little boy. But she is nothing like you. She is more like me. And so much more.
You tried to destroy me. Frighten me, trap me, so I would become a shell of a human being. That won’t ever happen. I’m too strong. A strength you will never know. For all you are is a coward with a raging ego. An ego so fragile that the tiniest accurate remark causes a wound. Well, that’s your problem.
And you are no longer my problem. Perhaps someone else’s problem? I know it’s hard for you to stay alone for too long. At least alcohol and drugs can keep you company. They’ll destroy your body faster, too. Sorry, not sorry.
The cute little boy you once were is long gone. The adult version is ugly, fake, and uncultured. Nobody needs you. Except your mom. She needs your fuel since her matrix is so tiny. You both deserve each other. You really do. Two vultures.
Oh, and don’t come knocking at my door. All you’ll find is silence. I won’t even bother to insult you, although I’m really good at that. You might get a police report instead. If you overstep the line again, I’ll contact the authorities in a heartbeat. I’m not scared. I never was. That’s the part you didn’t understand. Too bad!
I almost feel sorry for you. Then again, I don’t. You deserve dusty indifference. You barely even show up in my thoughts anymore. What’s your name again?
You also underestimated my intelligence. But again, your problem. I’m very happy with myself. I don’t think you could say the same for yourself.
Thank you for reminding me of who I am. It was good to get a tiny nudge.
You were clearly a mistake, but my daughter wasn’t.
That is all you ever were.
Cheaper than a sperm bank.