[ wp ] `` You 're gon na miss me when I 'm gone . ''

You kept repeating those words like it was your mantra. Every fight, every argument, those words kept spilling from your lips, alongside the rest of your disgusting bile. 
 
 `` You're gon na miss me when I'm gone.'' 
 
 Why? Because you were the reason for my existence? Because without you, I would n't have even been around to hear this bullshit? Does n't excuse the way you treated me. Does n't excuse the pain you put me through, every single time you thought I'd grown the balls to step out of line. 
 
 Did n't matter. I'm still here, and you... You're nothing more than a bad memory. Worm food, as it were. At least that's what Sis said. I would n't know. I did n't even bother going to your funeral. I could n't stand the thought of the family pretending any of us actually gave a shit about you. 
 
 Worst part is, you were fucking right. I do miss you. Not you personally, mind you. I miss the man I could have known. The man you used to be, when I was young enough to be oblivious to the truth. The man who was so important, that I asked Santa for you to have time away from work, to be with me. 
 
 It's not like I can just forget you, either. You'll always be somewhere, locked away in the dark corner of my mind, hidden beside my deepest fears. One last little reminder of why I try so hard to make sure my children do n't grow up the way I did, and why they never got to meet the man I called Father. 
 
 Unlike you, they WILL miss me when I'm gone.
