I understand that most people love Father’s Day, but my dad abandoned me when I was 3, and only partially kept in touch with me. When I was 9, he started ignoring me. When I was 11, he wanted to be a part of my life again. Like the stupid sap that I am, I let him. Now I’m 13, and he doesn’t particularly hurt me by what he does, it’s what he’s not doing. He never talks to me. He never bothers to see me, let alone tell me he loves me. I removed him as a friend on Facebook, blocked him, and blocked him on my email as well. Pretending everything is okay hurts me more. I don’t want him. Everytime I have to do a manly chore around the house, I get upset, because if he hadn’t ruined my life, I could do simple things painlessly. And then the message at church on Father’s Day always makes me tear up. And I can’t stand to watch families anywhere, regardless of whether they have a father or not. Thanks for ruining my life.