My brother graduated before me. He asked my dad if he wanted tickets to his graduation, he actually bought extra ones just for him and his wife. My dad said he already got them, which is impossible as he doesn't live in the same town as us and they don't just sell tickets to random people, you have to fill out a form. So my brother, wanting to stay hopeful left it at that. Me, doubting my asshole wanna be dad, searched up and down every row of parents for my daddy's smiling face and he wasn't there. He lied to my brother and my brother still doesn't know, he just (says) he assumes he left early.

My dad left when I was 10. I wish he left when I was younger, 'cause I got a taste of a great dad who morphed into a peice of shit. I've never wished death upon anyone but him. He began taking steroids when I was 8, which none of us knew about..we only knew about his obsession with working out. He wasted tons of money on a home gym in our basement, got a membership to a gym about 4 towns over and then eventually began working there to help our money problems (which were caused by him). After two years of working there, one night he just didn't come home. He didn't call or visit my family for three days, and when he finally did he broke the news. A year later he got a "room mate"..her name was Liz. Eventually he told my mom he was cheating on her for two years and met Liz at the gym. A few years later, when I was 14 or 15 he got married to her and invited all of his half of the family but not me. He didn't even tell me about it until on one of our very few visits, I saw a wedding ring.

I haven't talked to my father in two years. He doesn't call, send birthday or holiday cards, he doesn't even realize my existance.

I feel you bro.