Every year, Father's Day makes me upset and happy at the same time. I am so delighted to see fathers spend time with their children and wives, together or not. I always get so upset and distraught seeing that, because it's something that I do not have. I do not have a dad to take me out to eat, or go do "Daddy Daughter Days" with, or just talk to me to see how I'm doing in my very busy life. He is only there for me monetarily, because he knows I cannot afford school or expensive vehicular expenses. I have to rely on him for what he loves most and what I lack; money. He has so much hatred in his heart, or lack therof, it's disgusting. He treats my mother (who does NOTHING wrong), my brother, and I like shit. No matter what I do, it's never good enough. He can tell me how "proud" he is of me until he's blue in the face, but will never mean it. I strive to constantly better myself, because of him putting me down, and making me think I cannot do it. So, this Father's Day, I'll thank him, for making me motivated to never be married to anyone like him, to motivate myself to go that distance because I KNOW I can, to be proud of myself for how far I've come in my scholastic acheivements and career choices, and most importantly, for reminding me how strong I can be without him. One day, I'll never speak to him again for anything, and then he will realize what he's truly lost. I have tried very hard to forgive him for the hurt he has caused, but I cannot forgive a wolf wearing sheep's skin. I'll give my mother the credit for being BOTH parents, because she can carry the weight of both, instead of the weight of hatred and greed. I love you, Mom.
