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Not Really

My father was never really there when I was little. When he was home, he was drunk, asleep, or passed out. I spent more time with my dad's friend Mark than with dad. I don't get along with him, and I definitely DON'T respect him. Thankfully mom devorced him. That didn't stop him from being able to call me a stupid money-hungry *****. He wants to be a friend rather than a father. Of course, my friends (the few I have) dont' call me names and make me feel ****** like dad does. So, no, I don't have a father, not really. There is the man that calls himself my father. I love him, don't get me wrong. But, it would've been nice to have had an actual father growing up.

PoeticRejection PoeticRejection 22-25, F 2 Responses Dec 10, 2007

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Thanks. I am sorry to hear that I'm not the only one who has had to deal with this crap. Its a shame. I'm so sorry...

I am so sorry for that. I know what it's like to deal with a man like that. :(