My father called my mother talking abut how he wanted to make amends for 15 years of terrible parenting. Yeah dad, I gave you a chance when I was in middle school and you screwed that over. I've given you so many chances and you do the same thing each time. I'm happy, i'm doing fine. Don't ruin it for me. I'm practically an adult and now you want to care? No. I don't need you and I never did. I don't care anymore. I feel absolutely nothing when I think about you. To be quite honest the only thing I will ever regret is not telling how I felt.
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