A p.s. to yesterday's letter post, and another note to my children, grandchildren or my mother.
If you choose to read this post, please don't let my feelings influence you, it is my letter to my father and let's leave it at that. I don't want you to let him know, I don't want you to think any less of him, I just need to write this letter and leave it out there in the Universe.
So Dad, thanks for calling me back today to say your got my message. Thanks also for telling me how my step sister came down and made you breakfast, how you went to lunch and spent the afternoon with my step brother. Of course, you didn't want a big fuss, shame how they made you do it.
Me bitter, no not much, just resigned to never being good enough for you. To being told not to come, not to make a fuss and then find out that everyone else did ... you see I sort of knew that would happen and I think you did too. In fact, you let slip that you had arranged the lunch a few weeks ago. Sure the breakfast may have been a surprise, but I'm sure your girlfriend knew her daughter was coming and she didn't seem to mind. But she is not well enough for us, even though I said I would bring the cake and make the cups of tea and do the dishes. No I'm not bitter Dad, just overwhelmed with disappointment, yet again.
Oh and thanks for asking how I am going, oh wait you didn't did you. Surprise!
Much love to you, glad you had a good day.
From your daughter, the one that carries your blood in her veins, but luckily has no other resemblance to who you are. I think I am the lucky one there.