*Tiessa*
It was unfair. He was taking the feelings that his mother had held within her and was laying them all at my feet. He was using her reasoning, her logic, her story, and behaving like it was what I had done.
It wasn’t fair. And I wasn’t about to allow it to happen. He wasn’t going to pass it off like it was a fact. Because it wasn’t what had happened with us. And he wasn’t as innocent in all of this like he was trying to make himself out to be, or how he had convinced himself he was.
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him more, especially after everything I did. But it was something I was prepared to do if it was done in the pursuit of telling the truth.
“I didn’t hate you,” I told him honestly because I hadn’t.
I hated my father. That was something that I would never deny. I hated him with everything in me, and I hated what he did to me. Not just when he gave me away, but for his treatment of me all those years. I hated him more than I could admit.