Love-hateMy dad is a manipulative bastard... but for some reason I still love him. I don't want to. He abused me in every way imaginable... nearly killed me several times.
And a part of me still loves him.
I'm not in contact with him now. I fled my hometown last fall in a desperate attempt to save myself. I've not spoken to him in months, and he does not know where I am. This is good.
Because especially as Father's Day looms, I remember the good times... and hate the part of me that still loves him.