Dad,

After mom’s death, you started drinking heavily. Then you became my worse nightmare. You sent me away to military boarding school when I was only eleven. Do you know how many times, I had to prove to the older kids I was good enough to be there? Did you even, know I joined the military after I graduated? I endured wounds that still have visible scars on me, but nothing was worse than the abuse I suffered at your hands. Why did you treat me like I killed mom? And if you hated me so much, why didn’t you just give me up for adoption?

Your kid,