I will never understand why you've treated me the way you've treated me lately. Every promise you've given me, every word you've said to me is in my head and my heart is breaking. For the past few years, you've never been a father, you were never willing to be a father to me. I see your pictures of my little sister and while I smile and cry, I ask myself when were you ever like that to me? When did you ever love me like how you love my little sister.

But this is not about my little sister.

This is about the days I keep asking myself what have I done to make you treat me this way? Why are you so angry with me? Are you ashamed of me? Have I've disappointed you so many times with the mistakes I've made that you don't even consider me as your daughter? What did I do that was so bad that you talk to me like I'm a stranger? Like I'm someone you didn't give birth to? Like I'm not your daughter?

I thought you would be proud of me. I thought you would be proud that I'm being independent, that I'm doing something I love, that I'm in a good place with my boyfriend and my best friends. I thought you would be so proud of me that you couldn't contain it.

But I guess I was wrong.

You never said you were proud of me, you never said that you love me. Instead, you keep talking to me like you're communicating with a stranger, while you're posting how much you love your daughter, how much you love your family, the family that I'm not part of anymore.

I'm writing to tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm not enough for you. I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect daughter that you wanted. I'm sorry that I'm doing what I love without you.

But I'm not sorry that you're not in my life.

That's clearly what you wanted. You wanted this without telling me. And while normally I would keep begging you to come back, I'm not this time. This time I'm begging that you don't come back, while I keep doing what I have been doing without you, living my life.

Goodbye.