Thanks for the pain, Dad

Thanks for the pain you provoke, D Thanks for that suffocating and abrasive childhood. Now I’m just a cynical person, because of all the heartbreaks you caused. Now I’m as empty as a petite glass of tequila after a shot in a depressed party. Thanks for being the parent I never asked for. Thanks for giving me more than 13 reasons why I should not call you Dad. Thanks for not being their when needed the most. Thanks for not caring that much (not even a pickel). Thanks for causing my soul (heart) to break into unfixable pieces. And not only me, but the rest of the family. Thanks for leaving me (us) behind, as if we were trash and garbage deserved to be left or car crashed. No, but indeed, thanks for flying for good, because it was time for the suffering to depart. Thanks for trying to comeback, and to ¨act¨ as a real figure to follow or even a hero to praise… Thanks for the lies, the wounds (mentally and physically), the blame, those sharped and insulting words, the gaslightings, etc. Even though they left and provoked a hole in my chest, they made me as impenetrable and powerful as Hercules (son of Jupiter, known for his strength and courage). Thanks for not being that. Just that. A FATHER.