Daddy.

Five simple letters. 

A man that exists in a young girl's life to protect her from getting hurt.

Having daddy daughter dates.

Tucking her in at night and checking for monsters under the bed.

For me though, he doesn't exist.

Instead of protecting me from getting hurt, he hurt me. Yelling at me, telling me that I was worthless, that I ruined his day, that I never cared about him.

Instead of taking me on daddy daughter dates, he was forced to spend time with me, only taking me where my mother told him I liked to go. He still doesn't know my favorite restaurant. 

Instead of tucking me in at night, he was off drinking and having fun with cheap 's cheating on my mother. He never once, checked for monsters under the bed. 

Daddy. 

A word that means nothing to me. 

Because he doesn't exist. 

Excuse my excessive poetry posts....I don't really have a place to write them down, so this is my next best place. I'm going trough a lot of right now with family issues an personal issues of my own, so bare with me. Regular posts will hopefully be back soon....sorry if I'm being annoying....