Lately, my bones have been aching more than usual. They call them growing pains and although I may not be physically growing, I can still feel myself changing. I remember when I was younger and you used to be my best friend, you were the super hero and I was your faithful sidekick. But lately, the only attention I seem to get from you is just the anger that was meant for my mother. (That she never deserved.) Maybe I remind you of her too much. I remember once in the car you yelled at me. You said, "Just shut up. You can never be wrong, can you? You're just like your ***** of a mother.: You didn't know it, but I was crying. And for whatever reason, I still feel love for you. You got in my face, You yelled at me, You almost hit me. "Stay out of my ******* life." I still love you though. You drink so you don't have to feel and that's one thing I've learned from you. Thank you, Dad.
and I still love you, even though you want nothing to do with me.