Creeper...Know Your Place

Dear Father In-Law,
Please take very close note of that title by which I addressed this letter to you. That's right, you are the father of my husband, grandfather of my children. Do you understand the implications of that? The GIGANTIC barrier that puts between you and me, do you see and acknowledge that? (Because, whoa boy, I do, and also, I LOVE IT saving me!) It means that not only are you a creepy old pervert, and an incestuous, dirty bastard, but you are also a semblance of a pedophile. Do you not realize how old you are? Especially compared to me? You have damn near 30 years on your son, and he's 5 years my senior. That means I wasn't even close to being born by the time you turned 18. Don't look at me how you do.
As the father of my husband, you have ZERO business looking at me like that. I'm not in any way your next meal, so stop looking at me all hungrily while you drool at me. It's WRONG, man! And trying to get all buddy-buddy with me won't help your case, either. You only further irritate me by doing it. I will NEVER call you "dad" to your face, and only to your wife and children as a means of clarifying who, specifically, I'm talking about, and out of respect since I'm not your peer so I can't just say "[your name]" this, or "[your name]" that. But never directly to your face. I don't see you like that and will never have that much or that sort of respect for you.
You make me outrageously uncomfortable. It's just not right that I've given you that much of that type of power over me. Steps will be taken to effect a change about that, be forewarned. Your days are numbered short. I have plenty of things to say to you, that you will have no possible come-backs to, and things that will potentially put you right on your ass.
Contrary to your "all-powerful degree," you are nowhere near as intelligent as you try to make people believe you are...as intelligent as you seem to believe you, yourself, are. Please, you try living a day in my life, and see if you can manage to survive half the trials/struggles I've had to endure. Try handling yourself socially even half as well as I do. You may have those big book-smarts, but you would NEVER make it in a world where intelligence holds no weight or meaning.
The tendency you have to demean and belittle women...that consistently denotes your own insecurity and hatred of females. Well guess what? That time is well up now. Your wife may just take it all from you, but guess what? Not all the rest of us females will be doing the same. The rest of us females...we'll be making a big stand against you. You're a fucking coward. You kill everyone's joy, and then you take your own joy from all of their misery. I think it's just about the right time for you to be made very well aware of just how much of a terrible person you are all deep down in your soul. You have no qualms with your choices to step on people and put them down. That shit...is wack!
I cannot - and will not - sit idly by and just watch you continue the one "old timey traditional stigma" that men are better than women, simply by their gender at birth. Your sex has nothing to do with jack shit - it's all about who you are as an individual; what's in your mind, heart and soul. Your mind is dirty in the gutter. I'm not sure if you have a heart and if you do, it's made of ice or cold, hard stone. And your soul - if you didn't already sell it to the devil - has long been blackened.
Thus far, the top happiest days of my life are almost all included in: the day [The Husband] asked me to marry him, the night I graduated from high school, the afternoon Boogaloo was born, the day - a few days later - when [The Husband] and I got married, and the early, early morning when Pickle and I defied all the odds and she came screaming into the operating room. As soon as we move out of this filthy-ass house you pay rent for...the day that we finally live in our own home, THAT will be WAY up there on my list of good times from my life. It's my turn to be really happy; and as childish as it may be, I'm going to take great joy in dashing your hopes of being the "big man on campus" here at the house now. Good luck trying to win all our affections from here on out. Now, it's GAME OVER, you big jerk.

Unkind & unpleasantly as possible,
~The Daughter In-Law