My dad was a deadbeat piece of shit. I had to act as the grown up as he did whatever he wanted and always put his self first. He never cared about me. He walked all over me. He'd bitch at me constantly about why I wasn't like him, ignore that I was a miserable overworked person in those days, farcry from the spoiled childhood he never let go of.
I was not lucky for having a "best friend" as a dad. He was this apathetic, manipulatitive, short tempered, horrible piece of pig shit who only showed me what not to do in life. He gave plenty of bad advice to me, things I never followed. If I had followed any of what he had told me I'd likely be dead or in jail.
He never wanted me to do well on any level or have anything in this life. I always heard the guilt trip of how no one else cares about their kids, reality is he didn't care about me, hence him saying that shit. "Do you know how many people would be happy to have a dad who loves them?" He'd always sob about how his daddy didn't wove him enough, meanwhile his dad die better for him than he ever did for me. And he knew this. He just never tried.
I should have had a real father.
anonymousRelationships June 24, 2026 at 5:23 pm00
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