A day when things get rubbed in my face and kind of leave me raw.
I tend not too like holidays that focus around family.
Many people call me scrooge names that label me as unthankful, maybe even unhappy.
Which is totally incorrect. But I mean when all over the media and facebook you see your friends and others gushing over their fathers. when you dont really have a father figure....ya it hurts.
Yes I have a dad...but I think the word dad is respectful and loving ..or even just memories.
Problem..I dont respect my dad..nor do I have memories.
The day my father walked out of my life was the day I stoped labeling him as my own.
Sure I love him but its mearly a forced love relationship.
Many will read this and think up ways to make me seem like a bad person.
though until you have your father give you up for something incapable of loving him. something so small and powerful that he turns his back..when you father loves a drug more then his own kind...thats the day someone can judge. Im not complaining and I dont want sympathy. I just felt like stating the ones who dont have parents or family I feel your empathy on these holidays.
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