I Will Never Forgive My Father
I think my father
has been a huge contributing factor towards my general downfall. I never related to my father in anyway shape or form, he likes football I like video games, he like movies that are popular at the time I like obscurer films from all over the world and from all time periods, he reads the newspaper I read sci-fi and fantasy books and “underground” news forums, he is a bricklayer I am a nerd, he thinks 4.5% alcohol to volume ratio is light beer I think he’s an idiot. Trust me I could go on and on and on with this but I think you get the picture by now… As a result of our incompatibility he simply ignored me as a child and left me without a father figure not matter how much I (or my mother) tried. I remember once when I was young he was forced by my mother to take me to see one of the Star Trek movies and the dumb **** wouldn’t shut up with his moronic questions “how is that real – it’s a sci-fi movie dad the technology they have did it, how would that guy know that, why does he talk so funny – because he’s an android dad” I was so embarrassed (and still am) to call him my father. At times when I was younger I thought I must have been adopted because there is no way I could have been created using part of this ****heads DNA. Later on in life not long after mum and dad broke up I didn’t see him for months on end. Then one day he calls me up and asks me if I would like to go to some expo with him, I was ecstatic to think he wanted me in his life, he turned up with his new girlfriend (who obviously forced him for us to meet again) and her child, once more I was again sorely disappointed and hurt. Even further on in life I was going through a tough period in my life and was living with my grandmother (from his side of the family), after sometime of me living there still unable to find a place on my own he randomly tells me that I have three days to get my things and get out because my grandmother couldn’t support me. I was paying rent without telling the government welfare agency so they wouldn’t cut into her pension (which would get me in a world of trouble if they found out), I was refused by my grandmother do to my own laundry and cook my own meals. After that I refused to see him and for more years then I care to remember I haven’t seen him and I am eternally grateful for it. I have no plans to go to his funeral and when the time comes for my grandmother funeral I don’t plan on speaking to him. I don’t expect to be in his will, indeed I don’t expect anything from him at all. That is the only person I will always hold a grudge against, my loathsome moron of a father. Otherwise I will forgive anyone who has hurt me, given enough time, but never that pathetic excuse for a human being.