You call yourself my father.
you say you would do anything to see me happy.
see me succeed.
a large part of why I feel like I do depends on you.
all I ask, is that you love me, as my sister.
and forgive me that you forgive her ..........

instead of helping me do you want me to seek mental health services. you have made me the black sheep of two sisters.

call ends up hanging up in my ear. you will never be able to swallow your pride to ever call back. in your eyes I'm dead. instead of fighting for my love and success.