I had to get this out there. I know it is not perfectly written but I couldn't keep it in. It kinda explains itself but I will anyway. This is partly written to my real dad and my AB daddy.
My daddy used to be the man, the one I always turned to. I used to be his little girl and no I am just an afterthought. I have been put to the sideline and he has turned away, his back toward me. Why am I forgotten why does he not care. When I needed him most he
I'm not looking forward to this at all!!! I'm being forced to move into my parents house ill still wear diapers and suck a paci but I might not be able to sleep with out my plushies and my crib will be in storage. The reason I'm being forced is some of y'all know others don't know my dad has Alzheimer's and is getting horrible my "bed" is the sofa which can turn into a bed but mom won't let me HELP!!!__