I’m a bastard. Not only that, but I’m the bastard child of a woman that left him for a woman. Why should my dad love me? It’s obvious that my brothers (his real children) are his favorites, and I can’t seem to do anything right for him. This morning I cleaned the whole downstairs, but he yelled at me for a piece of paper that had fallen to the ground. I’ve sold the most things for my fundraisers for orchestra, yet he tells me constantly that I don’t try hard enough. I’m an A/B student, but he never comments on that. I get into more trouble if I’m five minutes late to babysit my brothers than if they are an hour late home, or even if they get into major trouble at school. Recently I was excited because I am doing a report on what he does at work, so I wanted him to talk to my class for one of my visual aids, or at least help me. He said that he really didn’t want to. I don’t know what to do anymore.
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u know… i love my dad. He is my hero… but i know for a fact he doesnt love me back.
My little brother got to live with him when my mum and dad split and i didnt…
My mum kicked me out and dad still didnt take me in, i do everything he asks me to do and i have done things in the past to make him happy, (joined a course i didnt even want to do, moved somewhere i didnt want to go… and so on) but nothing worked. My nan passed away this year and at her funeral my brother say in between my stepmum and dad… hugging, and i sat on the end of the row, and no one paid attention to me, apart from my auntie who was infront of me. I love him so much, i would kill and die for than man.. but for some reason he wouldnt do the same thing.
Life and love is a bitch… i am depressed over him.
Quite literally.
how sad it was to see your dad dead…. i thought he was gone forever…..... but i realized that he is only gone temporarily…... i will be there where he is now and that is soon…... not too soon and not too later.
he died because of an illness…...he died…. i almost died too. i blame myself… i cried… “soar and roar”, he said when he was still alive…. i soared and roared….. and still soaring and roaring to make him proud of me…..
I never thought I’d actually accomplish this one, but I did. When I got married and showed my Dad I could do things all on my own, he saw that i really didn’t need him anymore, and he was proud of me. and kind of sad at the same time because I don’t need him anymore
My dad useed to be a really nice guy. Now, I hate what he has become. Evertime I tell him something good, he always finds a way of making me feel horrible about it. Also, when I get my report cards and have a C+ (when all of my other grades are A’s) he tells me that I need to try harder. He called me a failure this year and that really hurt me. He’s mean to everyone in my family and only talks when he has something negative to say (literally). I tired of his bullshit and I’m tired of him.
My dad, has always been there for me through everything, he took care of me when no one else would! Every time I do something that makes him seem disappointed I become disappointed in myself. I only wish to make my dad proud, I only stand here everyday working hard and doing my best at everything just to make him smile and point proudly saying “That’s my Daughter”.... I know he loves me, he loves me so much, and this is not a new concept for me, I just wish to never put a single upset look upon his face, I hope to never make him feel like he’s done anything wrong in life, I only hope to allow him to pat himself on the back because he raised someone he’s unashamed of. There is a lot of pressure on me to make him happy, but disappointing him would be the worst feeling that I could never subside!
my dad is the greatest even though i disappoint him alot its inly cause i never get to make my own decisions he makes them for me i still love him i just wish hed let me grow up on my own!!
I am starting to realize more and more that I will never be able to accomplish this. Whenever I think I have finally done something to make him proud of me, he just manages to turn whatever I have done into something negative. I getting to the point where I don’t want to tell him anything exciting for fear of him turning it into a bad thing.
