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I hate my father.

All I can really remember are the alcohol kisses he gave me and fighting with my mom. We left him when I was in the 3rd grade. He'd come by every other week or so, bringing money or presents for myself and my siblings.

Then he started coming less and less, and he stopped giving us stuff. My mom would sometimes bring us to the old house, saying that the kids need to see their dad as an excuse to yell at him about the missing child support checks.

Then we finally stopped seeing. We don't get checks anymore. We don't hear from him anymore. He's just gone. It's been over 7 years.

Last month my boyfriend drove me to the old house. There wasn't a car outside, but we could see a television on through the curtains. I hesitantly walked around the front yard, my boyfriend suggesting we leave. I wen to the gate that led to the backyard, I use to play here so much when I was younger. I couldn't help but get a little teary eyed, and we then noticed a figure staring at us through a window.

I couldn't make out a face, but it was a man, I'm sure, and I almost went to go knock on the door. But then we went back to the car and left, with me crying.

I still don't know who the man was, or where my dad is.

I like to think that I don't need him, and that I'm perfectly fine without him, but when other people talk about how great their dads are... I get jealous. I want what they had. But I know I can't get it. I hate him.... But I really miss him sometimes.

Description
I hate my father.

All I can really remember are the alcohol kisses he gave me and fighting with my mom. We left him when I was in the 3rd grade. He'd come by every other week or so, bringing money or presents for myself and my siblings.

Then he started coming less and less, and he stopped giving us stuff. My mom would sometimes bring us to the old house, saying that the kids need to see their dad as an excuse to yell at him about the missing child support checks.

Then we finally stopped seeing. We don't get checks anymore. We don't hear from him anymore. He's just gone. It's been over 7 years.

Last month my boyfriend drove me to the old house. There wasn't a car outside, but we could see a television on through the curtains. I hesitantly walked around the front yard, my boyfriend suggesting we leave. I wen to the gate that led to the backyard, I use to play here so much when I was younger. I couldn't help but get a little teary eyed, and we then noticed a figure staring at us through a window.

I couldn't make out a face, but it was a man, I'm sure, and I almost went to go knock on the door. But then we went back to the car and left, with me crying.

I still don't know who the man was, or where my dad is.

I like to think that I don't need him, and that I'm perfectly fine without him, but when other people talk about how great their dads are... I get jealous. I want what they had. But I know I can't get it. I hate him.... But I really miss him sometimes.