Okay so here it goes.

Do you wanna know why I never talk about my dad? It’s because he hates me. He practically gave up on me and told me that he had no real love for me. That he didn’t want me in his house. That I was the 2nd biggest mistake in his life (the first being my mom). And now what is he saying? That I have no respect for anything. That I cut myself for attention and that I am psychotic. That I don’t belong near him or “his” family. He thinks I’m a satanist for not having a religion and that I’m a whore for having a boyfriend at 17.
So what am I doing now? Ranting all of my shit feelings on my blog so no one else that actually KNOWS me has to hear about it. So that I don’t seem pathetic and vulnerable to everyone around me. So that I can show that I don’t cave in to his ways, and to show that I will NEVER amount to him in my lifetime.
So yes, that is why I do not speak of my father.