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Because of you..

Because of you, my child has to grow up not only being a minority, but being a minority with baggage. Because of you, I don’t know if I’m the victim of rape, because I never liked you like that, but you were my friend; and you’d never do that, right? You’re in jail, because of you. Sure, she might have lied, but it was your door that she walked through.. Because of you, my child’s never known her father, and because of you I hope she never needs to. Because of you I often forget that she was created by more than just me, because it’s been just me from day one.. Because of You.
Because of you, she’s not an only child, and I don’t know the things they’ll discuss. Because of you, I don’t know how you’ll be portrayed to her, but it won’t be as a father. Because of you, there’s going to be a stigma that follows All of us. Because people ask questions that I don’t know the answers to.. Because of you, there’s an empty space on my child’s birth certificate, and a void I hope we’ll someday fill. Because of you, I wonder how Prince Charming became another devil in disguise, so quickly.

And you think I’M a bad friend?!


You text me, clueless about what to do about one of our friends. Our friends a cutter, I’m a former cutter, and you never have been one. She tells you it’s your fault, you tell me to tell her mom. Quite frankly though, she’s only a friend to me when she wants something… Like you. Yes, I do care but I’m not going to sell her out. That’s something she should admit on her own. I tell? I look like a traitor. You tell? You look like you care seeing that as far as she’s concerned I’m not aware that she picked up cutting again. She told you. If she wanted my help she would’ve asked for it. Yet still, you have the nerve to say I’m a bad friend for not pursuing your idea of telling her mom because you’re too scared.