“Dear Dad, I'm still angry with you. I'm angry at you for being so involved in my life and th…”

Dear Dad, I'm still angry with you. I'm angry at you for being so involved in my life and then dropping me. I'm angry at you for what you did to my mom, and to our family- I'm angry at you for devoting more of your attention to your phone, ipad, laptop, and tv than to your family. I'm angry that I give you opportunities to make up for all of this, to change your ways, and you let them pass by. I'm angry at myself for not being able to accept you as being this way and thus continuously being disappointed when you make no effort to spend time with me. I just don't understand why you don't care to spend time with us. Though it's not even us. It's life. You only care about your projects fireworks, the villages, my softball skills. Only things which you can brag about. But the things in front of you, which used to be what you fantasized aboutone you're bored with. Will I ever be better than you technilogical, fontasy bubble? I still with Love Your Little Slugger