Yeah, I've been pretty pissed at my dad lately. I started this new blog because I needed somewhere to vent, and I guess I just didn't want to try to use my old one. And myspace just has too many people on it that would've read this. Although, I'll most likely post the link to this on my about me section. Oh Well.
Anyways, So, my dad is a complete asshole. If that bastard died right now I could honestly care less. I hate that bastard. I know it's been 8 years since I got away from him. Well, technically 7, because he didn't leave us alone until April of 1999. I just don't understand how someone who can claim to love you and shit could do that to their family. Whether they're doing it right now, or 10 years ago. It doesn't matter. The point is, it's all bullshit. It really really is. I remember every little detail about November, Friday the 13th, 1998 perfectly. I remember everything that happened from the time he came home til the time I left the poilce station. Everything. And, it just pisses me off. I shouldn't be THIS pissed, I mean, I got away... I'm living my life and I'm happy. I'm doing PERFECTLY fine without that bastard in my life.
And Yet...
It pisses me off that the only time he can even remember he has children is when he's drunk. I guess that's the only time he thinks about us, and that's only because he can't help it. It's bullshit, it really is.
I dunno, it just doesn't seem fair sometimes. You see all these kids and their parents have the perfect relationship. And They're so happy. They had the greatest childhood you could imagine. It just all seems so unfair. I want to be like that. All I can remember from my childhood is my parents CONSTANTLY fighting, and bitching,and someone always ended up battered and bruised by the end of it.
Goddamnit, I just hate him so much. It's not fair.
Oh well. I guess, I'll save this for another day. I feel better for the moment.
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