Dear Daddy,

Sometimes I wonder if the issues in my life are my fault. Maybe he started doing drugs because he was carrying the weight of the bills and expenses. Maybe it’s because I quit school and wasn’t happy with where I was. Maybe he started because I added too much stress.

I know blaming myself is the easy route to take. I’m not trying to be a victim. In fact, I usually have little sympathy for people that play the victim card. However, I can’t help but wonder why this all happened. My wonderful relationship is now a plague of unhappiness that I will have to constantly work on and devote therapy and attention to for the rest of me life.

Maybe it is me. I haven’t been happy with myself for so long. My weight, my work ethic, the fact that I’m not contributing financially. Maybe I’m finding…

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