I have to say. I hate my dad, do I wish for him to die? NO, I don’t. I don’t want anyone hurt or dead. I just genuinely hate my father. For thinking that he wears the pants around the house when he doesn’t! I believe that the person who wears the pants of the household. Is the one who takes best of care of the finances. And that is not him. My mother is, it seems as if she’s the only one who ever would enjoy hanging out with me. Without having her head buried knee deep into her phone as he does. He doesn’t pay bills, he comes in acting as if he is some king. I believe not, he is rude. And self absorbed, and it’s sickening to know that he had some part of making me. It makes me cringe, I wonder if and hope that he is not my actual father. For him and I are NOTHING ALIKE. I care for humanity, and everyone as he says “Lower” Then us. And above us, but yet he has stereotypes run his life. It pisses me off. I truly hate… My Dad.