Yesterday was Father's Day. I have a father yes, but I don't have one either. My father never took a liking to me, I was always second hand to my brother. I never felt love from him, and i know the feeling is mutual. He cheated on my mother, and ruined our family. Ruined our happiness with his unquenched cock. I can never love him. I pretend to be nice to him, and keep up niceties for the sake of my mothers sanity.
How could I ever love a father that look his sons in the eyes, and then seconds later went on to cheat on his wife, to cheat on my mother, and to cheat on us. My brother has always been the stronger one, he could always handle whatever situation we were in as children. Though he left me here in Texas to defend for myself. It was hard at first, trying to look happy, but sooner or later it came so easily. Putting on fake smiles was a part of my morning routine. Brush me teeth. Shower. Do my hair. Lie to myself. Get dressed.
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