I hate Father's Day.
I hate how I had to make cards in class as a child. I hate how I'd cringe whilst trying to hide the fact that my card was empty inside. I hate how I was jealous of the other children that actually had fathers. I hate the pity I received so often, the sceptic looks, and the "Do you even have a dad?". I hate how I made up stories, such as "My Dad isn't in the country right now" or "I can't tell you about him because he works for the government" - I hate how I would start to favour "He's dead" because it sounded so much better than "He's a jobless, alcoholic drug-addict with several B.astard children and a criminal record."
I hate how I hate Father's Day not because I do not have a Father, but simply because I hate my Father.
Ashleyray123
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