I just found out some information about my father. Those that know me. Know that I have daddy issues to the point that I hate him. Anyways I found out my father has cancer and is dying. I kinda feel bad, but not really. He is moving back down here to Delaware with his sister. His last dying wish is to see me. I truly don't want to see him.
He had all them years to see me, but it takes him to get cancer and die to see me. Yes I know its heartless of me, but I have only seen him 3 times in my whole entire life time. Which is only 18 years.
I know I should care, but I see no point in doing so. I want nothing to do with him. To me he is just a man I have to call father because he is the sperm donater and nothing more. A real father is someone who is there for the child no matter what even if the parent's seperate.
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Thanks -- Nikki
