My father is not that bad. But then he will do something or say something. Like dismissing my brother’s panic attacks, arguing with my mother, or snide comments to me. That make me go, that’s why I don’t like him. Sometimes if I ever cry about something he said, he says he's so sorry. It makes me feel guilty but so confused about what is real and what is fake. I know he is not as bad as other dads, he is not abusive. But he sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong. sometimes I think selfish things. And That I should feel lucky to have him. He pays the bills, gave me talent in art, and a pretty face. But after that… not much.