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An Open Letter to a Shitty Ex Step-Dad

You may be gone, but I haven’t been able to successfully evict the mental scars you left behind.

By Maranda CarenePublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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The happy little girl you destroyed.

You came up in conversation the other day, like you usually do when I see old friends. "How’s name removed for privacy doing?"

You have no idea, not the slightest idea how amazing it feels to be able to say that I don’t know how you’re doing. I don’t know where you’re at. I don’t know anything about you anymore and frankly I do not care.

It occurred to me though; I was young when you left. I was weak from the years of mental abuse you put my mother and I through. I never stood up for myself, or my mom. I let you push us around, walk all over us and control our lives. Granted I was a child when you first came into my life and only a freshman in high school when you left.

I can tell you though; today I am stronger than I ever would have been if it weren't for you. If it weren't for the way you spoke so poorly about me, the way you made me feel worthless. How you controlled every aspect of our life especially the way you got jealous and made my mom get rid of MY animals because YOU didn’t buy them… how you blamed the animal.

So thanks… Thanks for being an asshole and thanks showing me how a man should NOT treat a woman, because of you I know how to stand up for myself.

You were the worst thing that has ever happened to me, there’s no competition. I'm getting over it though; I’m getting over all the horrible memories. I am realizing you were the damaged one. You were the wrong one, it was all you and I am working my ass off to make my brain believe that. Unfortunately though, some parts are engraved into my brain forever. I'm just glad that hell is over and I hope to god you feel shitty for the way you ruined my childhood, Even after you were gone you still drove past our house. We had to call the police to get them to patrol our street to deter you. Come on did you think we were fucking stupid enough not to notice?

Hey, don't worry though… I'm making up for it, I’ve lived on my own since I graduated, owned a condo, now own my own house. I got out of Tinley Park, and left all those memories behind. I’m happily engaged and have all the animals I could ever want and no one can hurt them (like you hurt Hunter and Daisy... does your little friend that gave us Daisy know you beat her with a grate until she attacked back and then called animal control so she can go be put down? What’s sad is you did that because YOU did not buy the dog and my mom loved her. You ended an animal’s life because another man who could not take care of his dog did the responsible thing and rehomed her, even worse it was your friend. Does he know? Huh, did you have the balls to tell him you killed his dog?) No one can make me get rid of them like you did. I even have pet raccoons.

I hope and pray you don't treat the woman you're with like you treated my mom and *name removed for privacy* and I pray to god you never speak about her kids dad like you spoke about mine.

You would purposely speak poorly of my dad to make it seem like you were all I had. Guess what, I didn’t want you. I didn’t want a pathetic excuse for a step dad like you.

You’re a monster, plain and simple. I hope everyone comes to see the real you and you get punished for the choices you made. Please don't even respond to this, nothing you can say can make this any better.

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Maranda Carene

I have too many animals, anxiety and depression. Life is good.

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