its like a kick in the stomach to me. some people hate valentines day. i hate fathers day. my dad left when i was 2, and i met him when i was 15 for a week, then he was gone again.
my stepdad married my mom when i was in kindergarten. he liked me till he had my sister. then he started hitting me, and treating me horribly. this lasted untill their divorce when i was 15. i never saw him or heard from him again.
cut to late 2006, my grandmther calles me and informs me she saw my real fathers obituary in the paper. he had a heart attack, and has 2 other kids. i was not listed int he obituary. no one from his side of the family bothered to contact me or my family and they knew how to get ahold of my grandmother. i found out 3 months afterwards. i never knew what he died of until a year later. i know where his grave is, but i wont go i went once, all i could muster up was an i hate you and left. plus if i ever saw any of his side f the family they would get a beatdown right there in the middle of the cemetary for not even telling me about him dying.
so yeah, i hate fathers days, and im incredibly jealous of any of you that have a good relationship with your dad. dont take it for granted.
and yes i will feel sorry for myself today...i dont have a constructive way to deal with it, i never have.



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