About a month ago my "father" decided to call me (after a blowout with mom's family and his bitch of a girlfriend) and basically told me that I was not doing anything with my life, fat, lazy and a terrible daughter. I cried my heart out that night; the next morning I was fine. I decided that he was wrong and didn't know shit about my life. He's been dubbed the sperm-donor since. I tell everyone and show everyone that it doesn't bother me anymore and that I just hate him...my secret is that it still hurts but I feel like I can't share that with anyone...not even my husband. I just want to hate him and not let him hurt me anymore. I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! Why does it still hurt?
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