Why, yes. I do have a crappy relationship with my father. Why, yes. I do get fucking pissed whenever people shove how great their relationship with their father is in my face. Why, yes. I do get jealous of people who have such amazing fathers. Why? Because I never had that. I never had a father loved me so much that they would allow me to do anything on my birthday. My father didn't teach me to ride a bike. My father didn't teach me to catch a baseball. My father didn't teach me anything but anger and violence. That's why I'm so independent. Because I never had any of that. And it hurts. It hurts so much every time I see girls with their amazing fathers. You know how girls want to marry a man just like their fathers? I hope my future husband is nowhere close to my father. I don't hate my father. I just really dislike me. He caused me a lot of pain and disappointment. I don't know what family is. And it destroys every part of me to the very core. Why do you think I call everyone my sister or brother or father? Cause I'd much rather create one out of my friends than deal with my real family.