There is something that will I will never get over. The hate my Mother has for my Father. I don’t blame her or anything its just that I have a feeling she just keeps throwing it out there. To be honest, I’m tired of hearing about it. I already have my dislikes about my Father and what he has done. I know hes an idiot for doing everything he has done but really, lets not talk about it everytime we are alone and it goes into a akward sound. I’m tired of hearing about all the child support he owes and shit like that. Let the people do what they have to do. I dont wanna hear about it. When the money is in then thats when you can tell me. Other then that, I don’t care and don’t want to hear about it. Let him be a screw up and mess up his life. I have grown older to know not to get my hopes up. When he started coming around again I really didn’t think it would last that long. Part of me wanted it to last and the other half just said to just go with it. So here I sit now, not knowing where the hell my so called Father is and just wanting to see my half brother and sister and give them the biggest hug. Wanting to tell them that its fine and that they will grow up and understand whats going on. Sure as hell took me awhile to figure all this out.