Sometimes I really wish you would come home. Sometimes I really miss having you here to tuck me in and snuggle my puppy when she cries for you. I miss our family vacations. They just feel broken and weird now because you aren't here. And we're not a family. We're just a dysfunctional group of people living in a house. There are no "parents". No one takes care of anyone. We have to fend for ourselves because mom can't do this alone. She needs you and she misses you. We all need you. And I know that you need us.

I wish you could love mom. I wish you could look her in the eyes and tell her you love her just like you used to. And you guys would dance around the kitchen and mom would kiss you. And you would snuggle up together on the couch, or by the fireplace. And you guys really loved each other and genuinely cared about each other. But then the fighting started. Dad would come home drunk at 2 am and mom would tell and scream and say you were alcoholic and you would say she had drug problems. She would storm off, or you would too sometimes. But one day you stormed off and you never came back. You just packed your bags and walked out the door. It's like you were never even here. There's no proof that you ever even lived here. All the wedding pictures are gone. All your clothes have been packed up and shipped off. Your toothbrush is gone. Your computer is gone. Everything is gone. You took everything with you and just up and left. And now I don't have a dad. I don't have a family. I don't get to see you anymore. I don't gets hugs and losses every night. I can't just see you whenever I want, and its tearing me apart

People always question me when I say I hate marriage. But this is why. I will never put my children through this. They will not suffer this pain. They will have normal lives. Either their dad will permanently be in their lives, or they will never know one at all.

Please come home dad.