I wish I could wish my dad a Happy Father’s Day and mean it. Looking at all my friends post pictures and messages to their dad, I think about my own and I feel dead inside. No feelings, no love, no compassion of any sort. I can’t even bring myself to tell him I love him anymore.
It’s sad to think one day if I ever get married, I’m certain I won’t invite him to it, or let him walk me down the aisle.
I’m glad I have another man in my life who’s more of a father to me than my own blood; who loves me way more than my own father does, but I’m still disappointed my dad is such as asshole.