When you left me you left questions.
What was wrong with me?
Why didn’t you love me?
Why did everyone else deserve a father but me?
When you come back into my life you came with more questions.
Why should I trust you?
Why should I give you the time of day?
All I see are countless questions, some your father left you with. Some you created with no capabilities of ever answering. Maybe you were searching for the answers to? I used to get so angry at the questions, but mostly because I knew that no answer would ever be good enough. You abandoned me. The damage had been done and I paid for it with my new innocence.