Hello everyone, I am here to say I made a little lie up about my dad. I told people he died but I dont think he did. I sayed that to make me feel better. I want to tell you the true story, I have depression because of it and I cry every night.. I know it's childish but its true. Here is the true story:
My mum dated a guy who was almost 10 years older than her and she got pregnant with his baby, the problem was he was a druggy and an alcoholic. I was born but when I was 8 months old my mum was sick of my dad and left him and no one has ever seen him again. He didnt love me, he didnt buy me any clothes or never gave me a hug and he stole the money I got. I dont remember him which is a good thing but I miss not having a dad and my mum always dumps her boyfriends. I have not seen him since I was 18 months so I cant remember him but I have one picture of him when I was born. I'm not sure if he is alive or not but I hope he is. I hate fathers day so much and I hope you guys arent mad but everytime I try to talk about him I end up in tears. Please forgive me.