Why the fuck can't this happen? Because my father was always too busy running around with girls my sisters age to give a fuck about us, too busy living his own god damn life and not realizing how fucked up he's making his kids. He was always thinking he could buy his self into our lives with a movie, dinner, or baseball game. Why wasn't he there at all when I needed him? When I was going through shit that I didn't feel comfortable going to my mom with. Where was he? Seriously. I know the answer, but I don't know why. It's too fucking late now, I don't give a shit what he's doing. I got tired of the false promises, the not trying, the throwing us off on his family, the guilting, the trying to turn us against our mom.
I am so close to emailing him that first letter. Oh yea, found his ass on facebook and myspace. He lived down the street from me for a good 2 fucking years. I know I dont' give a shit about him, but he was RIGHT there, at least he could make an effort. Seriously, if I wasn't in Indiana, I'd probably kick his ass right now. I can't handle the shit that's going on in my head because of that fucking guy.
Actually, forget the letter, I just want to send him a big FUCK YOU!