A Place For Understanding.

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Monday, January 12, 2015

Dear Daddy.

How are you able to sleep at night Robert? After everything you've done to my family. You cheated my mother out of a happy life, your children out of a childhood. You've emotional scared your son and daughters for life. My sister can't even leave the house without going into a panic attack because of you. Do you even fucking care? I can answer my own question, there's no need. I have no pity for you, you sorry son of a bitch. I don't know why I could ever think I could forgive you. I hate you, so, fucking, much.

My brother didn't ask for you to be his father, you know that? He didn't ask for any of this. I love him just as much as I love Hollie. You may not be there for him, but I'll try my very fucking best to be there for him. You fucked up, and cheated on my mother, and for what? Faith doesn't want your sorry ass. I don't even understand how you're still married to my mother. Oh, and this new bitch, does she have any idea what you've done? I bet she doesn't. You fucking pig.

I wonder what she would think of you if she found out you tried to kill your family. Would she still love you? Is this some kind of fucked up Beauty and the Beast thing? This poor woman is 'in love' with a nut case.

How could you.

How could take away someones childhood? I just don't understand.

How can you fucking live with yourself, knowing you were going to shoot your wife and daughters in the head as they slept.

Some nights I stay awake in my bed, thinking some pretty dark shit. Like, what would of happened if you did do it? Would you still be able to live with yourself? I don't understand. You planned and was in the process of killing your family, but you can go on and live a happy life. When I fight every day of my life, just to get out of bed.

Would it even hurt?

If you did it?

I was asleep wasn't I?

Tell me, how did it feel, knowing that you were about to shoot your little girl to death as she slept soundly in her bed.

Why did we have to come from you?

Why did you have to be my father?

I fucking hate you.

I wish you were dead.

Everyone always says that I shouldn't say things like that. But you know what? I don't give a fuck anymore.

Maybe if you were dead we could get something out of you.

Seeing as you never did anything for us.

You can't even remember my fucking birthday.

What does that say about you, huh?

Not much.

I hate you. For everything you've done. For all the lies you told. Most of all, I hate you for the fact of, you don't think you've done anything wrong.


So listen for a second.

Fuck off, and die.


Your daughter,

Britanie Lee Williams.

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