Dear abuser,

You pretended to be my father. But really you were a devil. I hated you so much. I couldn't wait for you to die. I wanted to dance on your grave. But you know what? By the time your death came. I was so over you. You don't deserve my love and you don't deserve my hate. Because if I hated you it would mean you still had control over me. Now you just mean nothing to me. You cease to exist in my mind and in my heart. I am not angry, or hurt, or hateful. You just aren't that important enough in my life. You are not worth my hate. I reserve my hate for those that I still care about. And I do not care about you. I'd
say goodbye, but frankly, I already did. A long time ago, long before you died.