I hate my dad!!

These are words my daughter echo'd while holding back tears, and after talking with her very sick Grandfather.

I wanted to kill him. I wanted to call him and tell him what a fucking loser I thought he was. But I didn't. Instead, the tears flowed and I said "I think all of us have felt that way about our dad at one point...its okay how you feel!"

My poor little girl. Born too soon and beautiful as can be, he's taken no interest in her. She's a trophy to him. Coming around when its convenient for him or when he may have a great opportunity to be a dad to her. Its bogus and its bullshit and we are not calling him ever again.

Its been over 4 weeks since he's seen her. He hasn't called to ask about her new school or her grades. He knows she's leaving for a week on Saturday (or at least he should) and he hasn't called to say goodbye. He hasn't called to say he missed her. He hasn't called to say he loves her. He hasn't called.

He hasn't called!

Yeah, I'd hate my dad too!!