To My Kid’s Deadbeat Dad, I’m Calling You Out

And you don’t deserve to read stories at bed time.

You don’t deserve to feel the squeeze of his arms around your neck when he comes running for a hug.

And you don’t deserve to hear the words “I love you” come from his mouth.

You do not deserve a second of your own child’s time. When did you ever give him a second of yours?

Where were you when the fevers spiked?

And where were you during the late nights dedicated to curing the stomach flu?

Where the hell were you during all the times that your child deserved to have two parents cheering him on, comforting him, and directing him through life’s obstacles?

And Where were you when the question about your existence rose up from the ashes that I just hoped would blow away in the whirlwind you left behind?

You can look at pictures. You can look at his face through the pictures that I pray to the high heavens eats you alive one day.

How do you sleep at night knowing just exactly who you left behind?

One day you’re going to have to face him. One day you’re going to have to answer his

questions. I hope by then you will have come up with better excuses.

I hope that one day you don’t have to be the invisible ghost that breaks his heart day by day.

Until then, all you are is a dead-beat dad.