I was raised by my mother. Single and altered by all her sacrifices. I rarely speak of the man every one says is my father. The reason I never speak of him is because there is nothing good to be said of this man. I have nothing but utter disdain and disgust for his person and I don’t care who knows it, in fact I would love for everyone to know it. I don’t want to hear it’s not good to carry hate in my heart because I don’t carry it. I happily display it. He in turn deserves worst than what I feel for him.
Some men as well as women do not deserve to be parents. I come across all types of people every day. Some who deserve children are unable to be parents, the most deserving in my opinion. Yet the cretons of this earth bear like…