HOW MY DAUGHTERS ABUSED, DISHONORED AND DISRESPECTED MY FATHER, THE ONLY MAN WHO EVER LOVED THEM.
This photo was taken almost 3 years ago and I have more. If you think it looked bad then....imagine what it must look like now.
Wanting only the money from renting the various houses and apartments on my Father's property...my daughters allowed low-class scum to destroy everything my Father created, worked for, loved, and prided most. They've destroyed his rose bushes, his gardenia plants, his manicured lawn, his workshop, and finally---due to both daughters greed---a band of frat. boys/party boys spent months hosting "adult" parties with drugs/alcohol/sex---tearing -apart and ravaging the inside of the house my father built from the ground-up. Other than the money.... my daughters don't give a damn.
Rather than allowing me to live in the house where I grew up and preserving it in memory of my father...they milked the dying house and surrounding property-- like hungry, heartless savages-- until it produced the last dollar. Once the house is condemned, they'll still make big money since the nearby college has promised to buy my father's property....for yet another parking lot. That means everything goes...including the pecan trees my father lovingly raised from tiny saplings. Anyone with a loving heart can imagine what I'm feeling....what I'm thinking.
I've never seen such intentional abuse....such pathetic greed...and only God knows how he will deal with the two of them after death.
As for me, I regret the day I gave them life.
They have ripped my heart apart in endless ways; they've enjoyed relentlessly stomping the life out of me and, as a result, I no longer feel any semblance of love; I'm well-past the hurt and the sadness.
Now, when I hear their names, I feel nothing but disgust. Sally Miller