My mom called today to tell me that she spoke to that b*****d's brother. I've managed to do away with the hatred I hold for my father, but now that even my mom says that for the first time she believes that he really is my father, I can't hold it back any more. She should know how much I hate him, so why would she even bother telling me what my uncle said or asked about me? I don't give a crap what the hell happens to him or any of his f***ing family. From the moment he left her, he hasn't been my father. As far as I'm f***ing concerned, I don't have a father. My mom began f***ing everything up the day she told me that this idiot's my stepdad. I was perfectly happy believing that he was my father. She completely ruined my day. For the first time in a while, I woke up happy. But that entire mood was ruined as soon as she began talking to me about him. Just needed to get that out of my system.
Teddy Bearr x3 · Sun Feb 01, 2009 @ 03:52am · 1 Comments |