My Father lost the right to call himself my Dad a long time ago, and so now I no longer consider him to be my Dad. He is no longer a part of my life. And I feel nothing for him. He may still be my father biologically, but that is all he is to me. Nothing more. Just 23 of my chromosomes is all he has contributed to me. Oh, and money,..that was all he was ever good for. Cash. Not that we ever saw much of it...
No, my Father was a cold man. With no heart. And no consideration for anyone else. He was a bad father, and an even worse husband.
In my Father's eyes, I was no body. Just an object. I didn't really exist. I was not a part of his life really. He openly favored my brother, I was nothing. And he made that very clear to me.
My Father was full of contradictions and he never stood up for anyone. He didn't support my Mum. He was never there, he never helped us, he was never the one who looked after me and my brother. It was always my Mum.
My Father means little to me. Nowadays I feel nothing for him. I don't hate him. I can't hate him. It hurts too much to hate him. So I feel nothing. No pity. No anger towards him. Just cold hearted nothingness. Anything else is just wasted.
My Father is full of faults. He never deserved everything that he had in life. Yet he through it all away. For what? So he could scare his daughter, me, shitless, ever single day. Why, he did that I will never understand, yet I have had to except it. That is my life.
No, my Father was a cold man. With no heart. And no consideration for anyone else. He was a bad father, and an even worse husband.
In my Father's eyes, I was no body. Just an object. I didn't really exist. I was not a part of his life really. He openly favored my brother, I was nothing. And he made that very clear to me.
My Father was full of contradictions and he never stood up for anyone. He didn't support my Mum. He was never there, he never helped us, he was never the one who looked after me and my brother. It was always my Mum.
My Father means little to me. Nowadays I feel nothing for him. I don't hate him. I can't hate him. It hurts too much to hate him. So I feel nothing. No pity. No anger towards him. Just cold hearted nothingness. Anything else is just wasted.
My Father is full of faults. He never deserved everything that he had in life. Yet he through it all away. For what? So he could scare his daughter, me, shitless, ever single day. Why, he did that I will never understand, yet I have had to except it. That is my life.