Reflecting on how insane my relationship with my father was
He was always around when I was growing up, but literally never interacted with me other than to shout, complain and hit me the odd time. Literally never once had a regular conversation or interaction of any sort with him.
How could you bring a child into the world and immediately decide you want nothing to do with it? I literally can't wrap my head around living in the same house as YOUR OWN CHILD who looks exactly like a mini you and you decide "actually fuck this kid, I'm just gonna ignore him unless he pisses me off" when they're like 4 years old. What a pathetic excuse of a man.
I'm 27 now and the more I mature, the angrier I get. How much of a piece of shit do you have to be to be able to do that for 18 years? He never taught me a single thing, I had to learn to tie my shoes from a YouTube video. I'm still to this day learning extremely basic life skills that he was supposed to teach me. I have literally had longer conversations with strangers asking for directions that I have ever had with my own father who I lived with until I was 18. This mf was a live-in deadbeat.
The only thing he taught me is how *not* to be a man.