CIJS
You write to us (even though it's forbidden by the terms of your parole), say you don't want sympathy (then why the fuck are you writing?), and then in the same letter/packet show us that you had face cancer (stage 3 squamous cell carcinoma in the right cheek) that you had removed, along with a portion of your upper jaw and palette.
Sorry, but no, I don't feel sad for you. Not after the years of mental abuse (and, for a short time, years of physical abuse towards my oldest brother). Not after violating someone you, as her uncle, were supposed to protect. You're a 'father' in the sense that some of your genetic material resides within myself and my brothers, but you were never a father. There's a reason why, once we found out what you did, we worked with the police and district attorney to arrest your sorry ass. There's a reason why we all changed our last names to mom's maiden name. There's a reason why, as a family, we've all changed your title from 'dad' to 'asshole'; It's the only way we refer to you now.
I 'care' only because I'm waiting for you to die. Maybe then, she'll finally have true closure. So, no, your letter doesn't generate sadness, or concern, or a desire to make up, or any other such bullshit. It has the opposite effect. It makes me think I won't have to wait much longer for the desired outcome. With the horrific surgery you had, maybe now you look as ugly on the outside as I know you are on the inside. I can only hope.
You write to us (even though it's forbidden by the terms of your parole), say you don't want sympathy (then why the fuck are you writing?), and then in the same letter/packet show us that you had face cancer (stage 3 squamous cell carcinoma in the right cheek) that you had removed, along with a portion of your upper jaw and palette.
Sorry, but no, I don't feel sad for you. Not after the years of mental abuse (and, for a short time, years of physical abuse towards my oldest brother). Not after violating someone you, as her uncle, were supposed to protect. You're a 'father' in the sense that some of your genetic material resides within myself and my brothers, but you were never a father. There's a reason why, once we found out what you did, we worked with the police and district attorney to arrest your sorry ass. There's a reason why we all changed our last names to mom's maiden name. There's a reason why, as a family, we've all changed your title from 'dad' to 'asshole'; It's the only way we refer to you now.
I 'care' only because I'm waiting for you to die. Maybe then, she'll finally have true closure. So, no, your letter doesn't generate sadness, or concern, or a desire to make up, or any other such bullshit. It has the opposite effect. It makes me think I won't have to wait much longer for the desired outcome. With the horrific surgery you had, maybe now you look as ugly on the outside as I know you are on the inside. I can only hope.
"I was thirsty for everything, but blood wasn't my style" - Live, "Voodoo Lady"