#daddydaughterrelationship

[dopeblackwriter]

“You’re such a fu*king deadbeat! I’m sick of you.” She’s been screaming the same thing for twenty minutes, mad that Daddy won’t give her his credit card. “Get out, Cree. Take all your stuff and leave, I don’t care.” A loud smack echoes all the way to my room and I know she hit him like she’s done before.

[chinajamie]

A day late ... but that’s cause frank I decided to go see my parents, so I got to spend time with them. Happy daddy’s day to the first man I ever loved, my DADDY! There are not enough adjectives to describe how amazing you are. Thank you for being all mine! I love you! ❤️👨‍👧🦸🏻 #Dad #daddy #father #thebest #betterthanyours #dadanddaughter #daddydaughterrelationships #ilovemydaddy https://www.instagram.com/p/CBvz9mnjJKfOFYgPkwzWpLVoU_65ogINITJ78E0/?igshid=199fuqp09mw2d

[djdramaboy1994]

Watch our eyes were talking without talking #daddydaughterrelationship #forevermylady

[incensee]

Dear Dad

A couple of years ago, I made this same post. A letter to you about how angry I felt with the way things were, how our relationship was nothing but a financial duty to you. And I knew when I posted it, I’d end up posting again. If anything ever changed. 

It’s been two years since I posted that letter and what a surprise, nothing has changed. I always used to wonder as a kid why things were different between me and you when compared to my friends and their Dad’s. Why to this day you have never given me affection. I think it all started when I was 9 years old and got my first nose bleed. I ran to Mom and she comforted me while all you could say was “Did you get any on the carpet?”. Every time I spilled something you would yell at me and to this day I’m traumatized. I hear your voice in my head when I make a mistake. When I was 11 I discovered your addiction to pornography. I kept it a secret for 4 years until it was too much and I finally told my Mom. I still blame myself today for the downfall of your relationship with Mom. Maybe if I never said anything, kept my mouth shut, you’d still be semi okay. When I was 15 I developed an addiction to cutting myself, started to lose myself entirely because I had never felt so alone. You were the first to send me to psychotherapy, but the last to tell me i was going to be okay. I remember my therapist telling me that the reason I had so many abandonment issues was because you were never my superhero. You were never what a Daddy should be like. Why did you never tell me I was beautiful? Why haven’t you ever? In my 18 years of living, you’ve never said it once. From the moment I knew I liked girls, I never wanted to be gay until I came to terms with it. Not that I'm not the utmost of proud To be gay, because I definitely am. But it's so clear to me now that every boyfriend I had was me searching for you in boys. I wanted them to fill that void you’d never fill. 

At 16 I had my first anxiety attack, I remember the room spinning. And I remember you yelling at Mom, “Why hasn’t she gone to therapy this week?”. My mom was the one to comfort me. Shortly after I was diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder and clinical depression. I mean, it wasn’t a shock to me- Your dad committed suicide when you were 18. So I guess it ran in the family. But to this day you don’t ever check if I’m okay, you just remind me to take my pills everyday and make sure you tell me when my follow up appointments are.

When I was 17 I started making myself throw up because it was the only way I could have control of my life at the time. My first love had broken my heart and you were never my shoulder to cry on. When I almost had a heart attack that day Karina found me in the bathroom throwing up, it didn’t exactly phase you. In fact, I don’t remember you saying anything to me at that time. That was the worst time of my entire life. Why weren’t you there?

When I think about when I was younger— when you’d pull my hair in public, hit me when you’d get mad until I was old enough to fight back— I can’t help but wish I was different. Not to mention how many times I continue to witness you fighting with Mom, raising your voice and treating her the absolute opposite of how she deserves to be treated. 

But I have learned something out of this and I know Karina has too. I will NEVER treat my kids how you treated me. I will be gentle, I will kiss them I will hug them I will tell them I love them every single day. My wife will never raise her voice at me. I will love them more than anything, I will love. And I will make sure I marry the most loving, caring, affectionate, woman I can find. I will be everything you never were to me. And I guess that’s what you’ve taught me. How to take punches and when it leaves a bruise, just toughen up. Maybe one day when I’m out of the house things will get better and you’ll realize what you’ve done wrong all these years and I’ll get to post a couple years from now that things are better. I guess I can only hope. 

your daughter— Savanna.