| Don't even mention that name anymore! He’s long-gone. I tried to get along. I tried to play nice with daddy dearest but he didn't wanna play nice, he didn't wanna play at all! He decides I was a burden on his life. That I wasn’t worth the money for the gas to drive his car to my house. You have no idea how if feels to be told one of the biggest lies by one of the worst liars and be expected to believe it! You haven’t the slightest idea how degrading it is to feel like some chore he has to do once every other week. Some chore he wishes he never had. Am I supposed to pretend I don't car and just say ‘ok, daddy, I don't mind that you don't care about me’? well, I cant…and I wont. I wont be trapped by him, feeling guilty for something I didn't do. But….but the wound is still fresh. I still hurt…deep inside, but It still hurts. Maybe it’ll stop someday, but until it does, do me favor…just don't say his name. |