When I was younger, my Mother told me how my Dad was a conniving asshole. I used to think she was just angry at him after she left him. But now that I'm older, all the things she said are starting to look truer. I don't want anything from him besides him being around. I don't want these dramatic stories of how hard up for cash we are. I don't want these stories of glorified sacrifices and whatnot. I don't want hypocritical conversations about "The Lord" and their lack of sentient born beliefs. I don't want to be nagged about going to school then be sidestepped when the bills comes into conversation. I don't want to be told that his new job will bring more money to pay for school. I don't want to be told not to try and kill myself again just because the ambulance cost a lot. Simple, don't call them next time. I don't want to be rich, maybe be wealthy. There's a difference. I just want the truth. I just want him to tell me that he's only out for himself. Everyone else is only as valuable as they are useful. Sometimes I hate life because people go to great lengths to deceive you, and all you want is the truth.