Fathers

Fathers are a biological nessesity but a social disaster.

Ha.

Anyway, I do not know mine. Don't know if he's alive or dead. Don't kno where he is...what he's doing.

same.

I did know him at some point during my life because otherwise my little sister wouldn't have happened, but he vanished.

Last thing I heard was my mum screaming at him down the phone about Australia when she was taking me to the dentist when I was about 7.
the guy sounds like a waste of skin to me.

I love my father
I'm such a daddy's girl it's not even funny

But then again we have our fights where I curse him out. Most of the time though, there about him protecting me from something or someone bad.

I just think he can't let his baby group up yet....

My Dad is a total dick. I've only talked to him maybe, 2 or 3 times in my whole life. He never calls me. He never made an effort to come around either. Fuck, he even left my mom when she was pregnant with me.

My father left when I was a baby. Before I was even born he wanted nothing to do with me. In 16 years, I've never heard anything from him, not even a cent in Child Support. He doesn't even know what I look like. I hate him, despise him, loathe him. You can't do that to a child. You don't just leave your own flesh and flood. It's cowardly and it's pathetic. How does he think I feel? Wow thanks a fucking bunch, "dad". At least have the decency to send money to support the child that you helped create.

Sorry for the rant.

Scarecrow Angel:

My dad stood up and disowned me at my graduation because my university entry score was only the second best in the state. He chucked a fit in the carpark about how I would never get anywhere with second best, and then drove away and left me there in another city. I was seventeen, and I haven't seen him since.

Personally, I think if you have parents who give you a warm place to sleep, feed and clothe you and are safe to be around, then you shouldn't complain. People who say they 'hate' their parents just because they get disciplined or because, like most people, their parents aren't perfect and have a few personal issues should grow up. In the end, it all comes up pretty juvenile when you grew up having to sleep outside all the time your father wasn't drunk and feed and clothe your little sister on the side. And for that matter, I'm sure there are people whose fathers are even worse than mine.

One of my best friends... ex-best friend, always complained about how her life sucked.

When I had to sleep on the streets.

And she knew about it.

And that was my father's fault in the first place.

The Hush Sound:

My Dad is a total dick. I've only talked to him maybe, 2 or 3 times in my whole life. He never calls me. He never made an effort to come around either. Fuck, he even left my mom when she was pregnant with me.

My dad made me live in a closet. And then he kicked my mom out, when she was a foreigner and didn't have anything in the U.S.(she did speak English though).

And then he accused her of kidnapping me... when I was with him.

And then he forced me to live with him. And his new wife, who was completely submissive.

And then he found out I was a cutter. And forced me to swallow pills when i went to bed to make sure I didn't cut.

And then he kicked me out. Again and again, until I lived on Ventura Blvd..

And finally my mother took me in.

The Fantasy:

My "father" is a fucking asshole to say the least.
When my mom got pregnant and told him, he asked her to get an abortion.
When I was born, he begged her to give me up for adoption.
When he used to get mad at me when I was little, he would terrorize me by yelling at me intensely. I would run to my room, in my bed, and hide under the covers. He's start hitting me, missing my butt completely, then when I confronted him about it, he'd say it was my fault for putting the blanket over me and him not being able to see where my butt was.

When he gets mad, he backs me into a wall and yells in my face, his spit going all over me.

I used to be absolutely terrified of him and even the thought of him.
Finally I had had enough of his abuse, so I moved out... but four months down the road... I'm back home. Don't really feel like getting in to that shitty story.

Now he can fuck off and I've told him that too.
Oh, rest assured he doesn't like that, but I swear to God if he ever came at me like that again, I'd punch that son of a bitch right in his fucking face.

No, he's not my father. My real father, the man who was really my uncle, but was more of a father to me than my biological one ever will be died back in '04 of cancer.

I'm glad you yelled back. My father got so pissed that he wasn't having an effect on my that he threw things everywhere. And not little things either.


I wish I yelled back.

Lyn-Z LETHAL:

My father is probably one of the worst people I know. I can't tell you how many times I've cried over that stupid fucking son-of-a-bitch. First of all, I wish he and my mother would just get a divorce and make the world happier. Wether he'd admit it or not. He hates me. He has the worst temper I've ever seen in my life. I can tell he restrains himself really badly from hitting me, etc.... Sometimes just the look in his eye when he's mad at me (which is all the time), I swear he needs to go to a mental institution. He needs anger managment, and he has literally done damage to my ears because he is the loudest person I have ever met. He is huge and scary, and he just makes me miserable.... He's part of the reason I want to die.

I hope you get away soon. My father was absurd- he 'watched my sugar levels'. In other words, the bastard starved me. Still trying to gain back my lost weight. I almost have flub near my hips! I'm getting excited with my weight. Gain girl gain!

Does your dad throw things at you? Mine used to, and he was a sorry little asshole. I'm pretty much his height now, and I can't wait to see him in court and look down at the short piece of shit. He used to call me a shorty (and fat) when I was tall for my age and under weight. Complete... you know, bitchface.

I hope you can deal till the end. Just don't end up on the streets.

I hate my "father." I hate him so fucking much. He never wanted me. He abused me in every way. He would always say how I wasn't good enough, and that I'm going to go nowhere in life. He treated me like I was the dumbest person on the planet. He would literally throw me off of chairs and onto the damn floor when he thought I had an attitude, but in reality, he was just taking his "problems" out on me.

He loves his job so damn much, that he started looking into getting a divorce with my mom behind her back for over a year. After she found out by finding some forms back in January from his lawyer, he just walked out, and I haven't seen him since. He loves his job more than his fucking kids. He said he 'wants to give your mom her life back' but it's so fucking obvious that he just wants his. So he could live in Miami, and live the fucking single life.

He's such a fucking asshole that he shut off all of the utilities in the house, and refused to give us support money, so he could pay his bills, even though he's a selfish bastard and wants all of the money to himself. My mom can't work, so we were almost on the streets, since we could hardly even afford bread, nonetheless bills. He knew it, too. He did absolutely nothing. He even has a court order that he wasn't allowed to do all of that shit, but nobody is doing a damn thing.

I emailed him the other day about how I feel, since he never bothered to try to talk to me anyways, and he basically said that he could explain his side, but I'm too much of an idiot to understand. I'm not even kidding.

What side of his is there? He left us dirt broke, with no food, or medical insurance, when me and my sisters have numerous medical problems that have to get taken care of. There's no excuse for that. He makes $50,000 a year, and he acts like he works in a burger joint.

I even told him that he was the cause of my deep depression that I have been fighting for a good three years now, and he said he didn't care.

Rant over. I feel better now

I'd gladly let someone else have their father instead of me having mine. In short, he was the biggest jerk I've beem around. He made me insult my mom when I was little, 3 or so. He cheated with a woman who was on drugs. He verbally abused me day in & out from the time I was 4 to 13. He told me I needed to get pregnant by a african american male or I'd be disowned. There were many occasions were he left me in the car or at hom while he went out or got drunk. I know there's much worst but I hate him. I'm glad my parents are split forever. He even took money out money & credit in false names after they split. It was hell.

There are loads of people who don't know or hate their dads.

Everyone I know always feels so sorry for me that I have no idea who he is, like it's strange...
I did go on a huge mission to find my birth certificate so my friend and I could go find him. I'd love to know who he is and what he does and demand a little money off him.

my dad beats my mom. but he never touches us kids.
it's weird cos sometimes I wish he would hit me, at least he'd know I exsist. I used to be his favorite. we wore these shirts; his would say #1 Dad and mine would say #1 daughter. I was daddy's little girl. but as I got older, he just stop telling me he loved me.

He says all the time that he'll kill the first shithead motherfucker that ever touches me. He'll threaten the first guy that even looks at me like he wanted to get in my pants hell, he's even protected me! but yet, in some way he doesn't give a shit about me. and that hurts the most. and I try so hard to fucking hate him but I can't. all he does is gives me his credit card and tells me to go and all i do is shop my depression away. I'm a compulsive shopper. that's why fashion is such a passion for me. i can forget all my problems with a new pair of shoes or a simple top. i know that sounds weird but....even still i wish i had my daddy in my lfe.
how can someone you live be right in front of you but yet so fucking far away?

a girl.:

some days I love my dad.
some days me and mum plan how we're going to kill him.

My mother and i decide on how we'll beat him. I've thought up so many ways, and it makes me feel better.