Thank you, for nothing.

Thank you for not being there when I was learning how to ride a bike.

Thank you for being occupied while my brain was malleable.

For forgetting to teach me.

For being cruel.

For pushing me away.

For missing milestones.

Thank you for never being there, for showing me a father figure isn’t imperative.

That I’m happy and healthy and healed.

Thank you for nothing and that gave me everything.