Our Father...

Am I a bad person, for feeling this way?
Listening to you talk about your father and wondering if I will be telling the same horror stories oneday, it makes me sad.
I was once fearful for the younger offspring, but I see the way you love her. I feel the way she has no fear for you.
It's different with her. You are different now.
You say you are fearful that I resent you, and you are right. I resent you. You ruined the way I see all men. You killed the way I feel respect. If you could do it over, you say, you would... I know you would be the same. It wasn't the change in you father, it was the me that was the problem.
You always ask why I hate you. You always ask what you can do to make me like you.
Just stop wondering. The damage is done. There is no reversing the way you have made me feel.
If I am a bad person, I will just have to live with it.
And so will you.