My good ol pops. I would say he is a major reason for some of my mental state currently. To say the least he was not a good person. He is a complex man who I naturally feel sorry for. The guy used to beat the hell out of my mother and I for many years. He always tries to keep me down, making me think I was worthless etc. The man was not a drug or alcohol user, just an angry and hateful individual. The guy had an affinity for breaking what little possessions I had. My home was a place of fear until one day at around age 14 I fought back. I got my ass handed to me but from that day on I never ever took any crap from him. My outlook towards life is bleek to say the least. From my relationships with people to how I think and talk is still corrupted. On top of all that he literally dropped my brother, sister and mother off at my grandmothers house one day and started a new family. Nice huh?
Fast forward 13 years. I barely talk to or see him. Doesn't ask how my 1 year old son is doing. It's pathetic. I don't blame him for my mistakes at all, but my psyche is greatly affected to this day. Thanks for listening.