Love Is Bliss!
Growing up i was emotionally and mentally abuse by peers. I would come home telling my parents the story of what had happen at school and they would say get over it. My dad is social worker, who always helped other people; but, when it cam to his family he was just there. I love him because he did give a shelter and food; but, that was not only what i needed. I needed someone to help with the scares that people were inflicting on me. He'll just say" go, i don't care..I'm working." I'm mixed so my dad can be considered white but, I'm black he doesn't know what i have to deal with on a daily bases. I tried talking to my mother but she was always distanced from me like i had something that she didn't want. I was called a loser and one time he told me" i hope jail will straighten you out". He called the cops on my one time because i was acting up. Ironically, he won the father of year award. He would spit on my face because i would talk against him. He never talked about college.....he just thought that i would eventually drop out...it's funny because both of my parents are highly educated....I love him but, what