FYI:
I know all of all of your full names, phone numbers, email addresses, mailing addresses, home addresses, employers, owned businesses, social media accounts, schools, children's names, sexes, and ages, held equity, ages, birthdays, etc.
I have for a fucking decade.
I mean you all no harm, wish I could say it of all of you towards me.
That includes, Mike, Ivy, Abby, Chris, Lillian, Jim, Gerard, Brandon, Melissa, Asher, Maggie, Carly, and your closest friends and roommates.
I do my fucking homework.
Don't believe it?
I have websites that took 12.5k hours to make. They are starting to pay off in my career you so impolitely tried to derail.
So, take heed.
You fuck with me at all again, you WILL ALL PAY.
Have a nice day.
To my estranged 19 year old son:
Look kid, I don't hate you.
It's just that you don't know me.
You know the little bits that people I never want anywhere near me ever again told you. The people who fucked me out of everything, and anything I ever was able to near achieve for myself.
It is not possible, ever, for us to have a relationship. And I'm sure you'll find they won't ever tell you the truth about your Dad.
The Dad who wanted to earn his way into a better life for all of us, but those who were supposed to be closest to him, decided they needed to have control over. Me.
Kind, willing, caring compassionate, dedicated, loving, and successful at what he tries hardest at.
So, no. I won't be writing, calling, visiting, friending, following, texting, DMing, or Zooming. In fact I won't be there at all.
That's a fact.
Older and wiser I learned that the people you cut out of your life, only got worse as time went by. And they'll never tell the truth about me. Not ever.
It would hurt their friends and family to know.
So love yourself for me. That's good advice from any parent.
Take Care,
Joel E. Ayers Brooks
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