Well i thought i would get this off my chest for all to read and so they can understand my hatred to my father
It started when i was little my father blasted me in the face full force with a garden hose he thought it was funny it tramatised me so bad i can not get my face wet i freak out and go crazy so i never leanred to swim thanks to him then all my life he never came to see me see i was born as a basterard my father was married already and had a 2 year old daughter my father never wanted me in his life and the sad thing is i am his only son. this part of my life story will make you all cry so please get some tissue before reading this part. it was my 15 birthday my father drove up to my house for my birthday party we were sitting on my porch talking and his oager went off it was my sister she was gradutating from high school that year nad needed him for something to do with her prom he looked at me and said i will be back later for cake and i will bring that thing you wanted well me and my step dad went and got my cake and it was no good so we brought it back and got a new one my dad called and said he would be late so my ma and step dad and grand dad sang happy birthday to me and i took my ice cream cake and went and sat on the proch with my piece and his and waited i waited till 4 am on the porch he never came back (sobs and starts to cry ) i had ice cream running down my arms i had a smile on my face and tears streaming from my eyesi put the plates in the sink went to the bathroom washed my arms off and then went to the basemment and cryd myself to sleep in a corner well that is all i will say about my real father i hope this tiny part explains why i hate him so much and it is only the tip of the ice berg thank you for reading this
~ Lost In The Dark ~ 
