I haven't told this to anyone and I haven't even agreed to have this conversation with myself but I felt like I needed to say it somewhere. I hate my father. I hate the way he treats my siblings and mother. I hate that he treats me like stupid child that doesn't know shit. I hate that he underestimates what I've been through and how messed my life has been. I hate that he excuses him ignoring me for weeks by saying that he just isn't as good as having conversations as my grandfather. I hate how strict he is. I hate how scary he can get. I hate it when he touches me. I hate that he has to touch me to ask me to move aside. I hate that he has to touch me at all. He has his good qualities sure, but unless he fixes it, his bad qualities outweigh his good ones. I hate how egotistical he is thinking that he's above basic child care manners like cooking and cleaning after your kids or being there for them emotionally. I hate my father and vow to never be like him to my kids if I have any