Well i still know my dad, i don't hate him, i can't hate him, it's how he grew up, it was really bad, his parents did some really weird stuff, and he has been out of house a few times too for years because they couldn't handle it all or something... it made him hard, he never shown emotion, i never seen it, neither has my mom.
He was always learned to be a man and stop the "stupid" stuff, which is why he never cared if we came home with something from school etc... it's just how he is.
In the end he is not a bad person, but he never really was a real father to me (not that my moms bf is though, he is just a nice guy)
Well except for about a year, it was the year after my parents divorced, he was really different, me and my dad lived together and my mom lived somewhere else with my 2 brothers.
It was weird, all these years he didn't gave a damn about us, but at the point he did, we did stuff together, he later got me a "new" bike (was second handed but was hardly used, you could see it on the tires), it was actually a good one, we also could get a second hand N64, since my brothers took the one we had i hadn't had one anymore, so i got that for my birthday, but it costed a lot more then i normally get.
But that wasn't the weirdest of all, i mean people can spend money, it's not that hard, although it is for my father as he really doesn't like spending money on others, but still, the weirdest was when i had a flat tire, now i had my new bike and my old one, normally when i had a flat tire i just had to do it myself, that time i didn't, he picked me up from where i had the flat tire, the next day he picked up a new one, changed it, repaired the other, so when i came outside (he likes sitting outside and all) he told me he had repaired it, it was so weird, all my life i had to do things myself, even when i was shit at it, and at that point i had no problems doing it myself, but he did it, it was so freaking weird.
And well this lasted untill that dumb bitch came around... her goal was to get me and everything that my dad shared with my mom gone, including the 2 pets, the pets are still there, but i'm not...
Anyway that's how my dad is, i can go cry on my bed about it, i can swear about it but it's all no use, i know how my dad is, i know what i can do with him, and what i can't do, and what kind of things there are attached with it, for example if you want to get something my dad also shares his hobby in then you can call him and you can have a nice day and buy what you want, however if you need something he doesn't care about, then don't look strange when he asks money for driving... i know it's stupid, but that's how it went when he was young too...
He was 15 when his brother died, his brother had a moped, and my dad wanted it, and well guess what... he had to actually pay for the moped of his dead brother...
Oh well shit happens, i got a mother that cares about me, and well i can live with it all.
