Tom Buchanan

C/O CHESTER MCKEE @askchestermckee

Who’s running away now?

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

‘Excuse?’ Unlike you, I don’t have to make those, you dumb bitch, because I can own up to my shit like a man.

And not that I have anything to prove to you, but I am surrounded by people that love me.

Including Pammy! You know, your fucking DAUGHTER? If it were up to me I’d just let sleeping dirty fucking dogs lie and you’d never so much as breathe in that child’s direction ever again, but you should know that she is goddamn heartbroken, wondering why she’s not good enough for her daddy.

She’s two, Tom. Two, goddamn it! And you’ve already fucking undermined her self worth, you worthless piece of shit.

What do you have to say to that? How can you just up and abandon your child like that? She still loved you. She’s a child. Your child.

"She doesn't look like Tom, she looks like me!" "She's not like Tom, she's just like me!" "Tom is barely even part of her-" THAT'S DAISY'S DAUGHTER, BECAUSE SHE WANTED IT TO BE HER DAUGHTER. Not mine.

Why do you always keep crawling back into my life?! I've moved on, but you haven't! You never will! You CAN'T! You're NOTHING without other people, are you?!

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

I don’t get to move on. You left me behind to clean up your mess. And you’ve done it before, I bet!

Whether you’re fleeing Chicago or Paris or New York, it’s all the fucking same. You’re careless, Tom. You break things, you ruin lives, and then you disappear to ‘start fresh’ and leave everyone behind you to clean up your goddamn mess.

So if you’re ‘tired’, we’re fucking exhausted.

You better pray you don’t fuck it up with your new man, because god willing, you won’t get another chance.

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

That’s right. It’s only your happiness that matters. Fuck everybody else.

C/O CHESTER MCKEE @askchestermckee

Who’s running away now?

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

‘Excuse?’ Unlike you, I don’t have to make those, you dumb bitch, because I can own up to my shit like a man.

And not that I have anything to prove to you, but I am surrounded by people that love me.

Including Pammy! You know, your fucking DAUGHTER? If it were up to me I’d just let sleeping dirty fucking dogs lie and you’d never so much as breathe in that child’s direction ever again, but you should know that she is goddamn heartbroken, wondering why she’s not good enough for her daddy.

She’s two, Tom. Two, goddamn it! And you’ve already fucking undermined her self worth, you worthless piece of shit.

What do you have to say to that? How can you just up and abandon your child like that? She still loved you. She’s a child. Your child.

"She doesn't look like Tom, she looks like me!" "She's not like Tom, she's just like me!" "Tom is barely even part of her-" THAT'S DAISY'S DAUGHTER, BECAUSE SHE WANTED IT TO BE HER DAUGHTER. Not mine.

Why do you always keep crawling back into my life?! I've moved on, but you haven't! You never will! You CAN'T! You're NOTHING without other people, are you?!

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

I don’t get to move on. You left me behind to clean up your mess. And you’ve done it before, I bet!

Whether you’re fleeing Chicago or Paris or New York, it’s all the fucking same. You’re careless, Tom. You break things, you ruin lives, and then you disappear to ‘start fresh’ and leave everyone behind you to clean up your goddamn mess.

So if you’re ‘tired’, we’re fucking exhausted.

You better pray you don’t fuck it up with your new man, because god willing, you won’t get another chance.

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

C/O CHESTER MCKEE @askchestermckee

Who’s running away now?

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

‘Excuse?’ Unlike you, I don’t have to make those, you dumb bitch, because I can own up to my shit like a man.

And not that I have anything to prove to you, but I am surrounded by people that love me.

Including Pammy! You know, your fucking DAUGHTER? If it were up to me I’d just let sleeping dirty fucking dogs lie and you’d never so much as breathe in that child’s direction ever again, but you should know that she is goddamn heartbroken, wondering why she’s not good enough for her daddy.

She’s two, Tom. Two, goddamn it! And you’ve already fucking undermined her self worth, you worthless piece of shit.

What do you have to say to that? How can you just up and abandon your child like that? She still loved you. She’s a child. Your child.

"She doesn't look like Tom, she looks like me!" "She's not like Tom, she's just like me!" "Tom is barely even part of her-" THAT'S DAISY'S DAUGHTER, BECAUSE SHE WANTED IT TO BE HER DAUGHTER. Not mine.

Why do you always keep crawling back into my life?! I've moved on, but you haven't! You never will! You CAN'T! You're NOTHING without other people, are you?!

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

I don’t get to move on. You left me behind to clean up your mess. And you’ve done it before, I bet!

Whether you’re fleeing Chicago or Paris or New York, it’s all the fucking same. You’re careless, Tom. You break things, you ruin lives, and then you disappear to ‘start fresh’ and leave everyone behind you to clean up your goddamn mess.

So if you’re ‘tired’, we’re fucking exhausted.

You better pray you don’t fuck it up with your new man, because god willing, you won’t get another chance.

@askdaisyfay

You never wanted her to be OUR daughter. You think those constant comments about how she looks and acts nothing like me never hurt, Daisy? And you're still making them? How childish.

Both the kids love me. I love them, too. I spend most of my day worrying for them. They come to me with their problems. I give them the world, and nobody can deny that. If only you could see it! I would let them speak it for themselves, but I'm not letting them on here- it isn't safe.

C/O CHESTER MCKEE @askchestermckee

Who’s running away now?

C/O CHESTER MCKEE

‘Excuse?’ Unlike you, I don’t have to make those, you dumb bitch, because I can own up to my shit like a man.

And not that I have anything to prove to you, but I am surrounded by people that love me.

Including Pammy! You know, your fucking DAUGHTER? If it were up to me I’d just let sleeping dirty fucking dogs lie and you’d never so much as breathe in that child’s direction ever again, but you should know that she is goddamn heartbroken, wondering why she’s not good enough for her daddy.

She’s two, Tom. Two, goddamn it! And you’ve already fucking undermined her self worth, you worthless piece of shit.

What do you have to say to that? How can you just up and abandon your child like that? She still loved you. She’s a child. Your child.

"She doesn't look like Tom, she looks like me!" "She's not like Tom, she's just like me!" "Tom is barely even part of her-" THAT'S DAISY'S DAUGHTER, BECAUSE SHE WANTED IT TO BE HER DAUGHTER. Not mine.

Why do you always keep crawling back into my life?! I've moved on, but you haven't! You never will! You CAN'T! You're NOTHING without other people, are you?!

I feel so lucky to have found you... you've made my life so much better.

I've arranged for us to stay with a friend of mine for a few days- he's arranged rooms for the kids, and one for us. I'll introduce you to him! He's very nice.

- @ask-tom-buchanan

That sounds wonderful, Tom. Thank you.

I don't know where we'd be without you, really. You've been wonderful to all of us. The kids love you... as do I.

I'll also have to introduce you to a few other friends I have here! I'm sure they've missed me. It's a bit hard not to, isn't it?

I don't know if we're still on good terms, but I'm coming home. If you have... say, three spare rooms, would you mind letting me come over and stay with you until I can find a place? I'm bringing a few guests.

I can share a room with one of them, but I know that the other two may well tear each other apart if I don't seperate them. They used to share a room, but they get up to all kinds of mischief, and for the sake of privacy-

I hope it isn't a big ask. If it helps, I'll be fine on my own- I've had a prosthetic fitted, and I no longer need the chair. I'll care for the guests myself.

Write back soon,

@ask-tom-buchanan

Tom? You're... back? I assumed I'd never see you again.

It's good to hear you're out of the chair! I worried a bit for you, as far as finding a job and coming to terms with your injury. I'm sure the prosthetic isn't even noticable- I'm very happy for you!

The two other guests are kids. I'm not quite sure how you'd prepare for them- perhaps just some candy and toys?