I hate Father's Day.
I hate how I had to make cards in class as a child. I hate how
I'd cringe whilst trying to hide the fact that my card was
empty inside. I hate how I was jealous of the other children that
actually had fathers. I hate the pity I received so often, the
sceptic looks, and the "Do you even have a dad?". I
hate how I made up stories, such as "My Dad isn't in the
country right now" or "I can't tell you about him
because he works for the government" - I hate how I would
start to favour "He's dead" because it sounded so
much better than "He's a jobless, alcoholic drug-addict
with several B.astard children and
a criminal record."
I hate how I hate Father's Day not because I do not have a
Father, but simply because I hate my Father.