Deep down and I mean way deep down at the bottom of my soul I feel explosive hatred for him. But it doesn't show that much on the outside. Sure...I might say it once in a while for ruining my childhood, reputation, education,etc...etc...but the least, he is still my father according to my mother. Why do I feel this way?
Well, to start with...after we immigrated to the U.S he only worked to support our family of five for only 6-8 yrs or so. He couldn't keep a job even if god himself helped him out! He argued, and fought with his co-workers, in addition, he is mentally slow when he needs to think on his own. So he stopped working since I was 11(I am 24 now). My mother didn't force him to work cause he wouldn't. So she had to work extra shifts and one day decided to make homemade tomales and sell them off the streets to make ends meet. She dragged me along to sell with her cause she needed help. I basically had to sit in the streets with her from about 10a.m to 7p.m
2006-10-31
15:03:36
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I didn't have time to do my homework or study because when I got home I still had to work for my mother. She didn't cook dinner until I fell asleep because she was busy making tamales, wrapping flower bouquets, and etc...I always was late for school because I also stayed up late with her to help her out with things. So basically my education went down the drain from there on because I couldn't concentrate on my studies. I had to rely on my friends for homework(meaning I had to copy their work). Well, this went on til I was 16. When I was in High school...I rebelled because I couldn't keep up with the pace cause back in Middle school I hardly did any work. I always skipped classes and my mother wouldn't even know until my counselors called her up but I always unplugged the phone line. Anyways, flash forward to 2005...my dad is officially mentally unstable! He didn't take showers so he ended up having lice grown on him, he took used soda bottles and banged them against each other and
2006-10-31
15:10:37 ·
update #1
I didn't have time to do my homework or study because when I got home I still had to work for my mother. She didn't cook dinner until I fell asleep because she was busy making tamales, wrapping flower bouquets, and etc...I always was late for school because I also stayed up late with her to help her out with things. So basically my education went down the drain from there on because I couldn't concentrate on my studies. I had to rely on my friends for homework(meaning I had to copy their work). Well, this went on til I was 16. When I was in High school...I rebelled because I couldn't keep up with the pace cause back in Middle school I hardly did any work. I always skipped classes and my mother wouldn't even know until my counselors called her up but I always unplugged the phone line. Anyways, flash forward to 2005...my dad is officially mentally unstable! He didn't take showers so he ended up having lice grown on him, he took used soda bottles and banged them against each other and
2006-10-31
15:10:51 ·
update #2
and made music. He thought it was fun and people were looking at him crazily like what the hell? Anyways, to sum up a long story...he stole my mom's payroll money all the time back then and gambled it all away. Which is also the reason why we were even poorer. We were very close to be on the streets if it wasn't for my mother's determination. She's my hero!!!
In addition, he still sings in the streets where large crowds are at and he bangs his hands on the garbage cans while he hums retardedly. *SIGH* I feel whacked to let my friends or even my future bf know that crazy person right there is/was my "father"!
2006-10-31
15:17:42 ·
update #3