Father's Day Hell
I went to Walgreens and my brother was looking for a Father's Day card. He couldn't find one; I tried to help but they were all "Father you're the best", "Here's to a #1 Dad" etc. He was never there for us and nothing fit. Needless to say my brother never found a card. I told him to not even get him one, he was never a father to us and still isn't but he got mad and told me to let the past go. Later on that night I cried about it in Ben's arms. Not many understand what it is like to not have a father. The memories of my father are not of him playing catch with me or doing father/daughter things but rather my memories are of him lying on the couch all day watching TV and drinking. I have memories of needles and pills lying around. I have a distinct memory of wanting to build a tree house and he told me that if my brother and I gathered enough wood he would help. We gathered the wood but he never helped. He never wanted us, all he wanted was his next fix and this is why I hate Father's Day.