My dad was my friend and I miss him. However the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders the day he died. I finally didn.t have to kill myself to be something in his eyes. Now I have a son thats driving me to my grave. He is a drug addict, a bully, liar and thief. I dread everyday because I know he will call or show up and start harassing me. This might be mean but I am planning to move and not let him know where I am. I dont care if I ever see him again.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 06:07:15 +0000