Fuck a duck

I am genuinely so sick of having to put up with all of your crap. You know what I’m fucking going through yet you fucking insist on calling me up and telling me that I should stop making myself such a problem and making everything such a massive fucking deal.
Sort your fucking life out. Its been years and you still can’t figure out why your life is so fucked up. Maybe it’s because you still don’t realise that you are the cause of all the issues, if you thought about how stupid your life decisions are for even just a second then maybe you’d realise that you need to do something about it.
Stop pressuring me onto running back into your arms and onto your side, I know every stupid, disgusting, selfish thing you’ve done and it makes me want to disown you as a fucking parent.
You are genuinely a terrible person, a terrible partner and a terrible dad. You act like everything revolves around you. Even just now, you knew how fucked up I was yet you disregarded that and started plotting against the whole fucking family again not caring how that would affect me, you think I am the cause of everything and you still insist that I keep your secrets and plot against the person that’s keeping me safe and alive.
What have you done apart from ruin the lives of every person you’ve come into contact with.
You know what the worst part is? I think SO little of you, but I think of myself even lower than I think you are. I feel bad writing, talking and saying all this terrible stuff about you. I feel like I’m the one betraying you and making your life a misery because of the amount of times you told me it was my fault.
So you are my issue, you are the source of all the problems I have ever come across and I need to accept that, no, it isn’t my fault.
But I can’t do that until you let me.