My dad is not the loving type.
Growing up, I didn't notice how rough he was.
Everything we had was from my mother , she was the only thing keeping us together.
Every broken dish and broken heart he created , away on her shoulders.
He didn't deserve the love she showed .
Sometimes he didn't deserve to be alive .
But he was .
I tried not to pay attention to him as I got older.
But every single time he pops up in my mind it's a nightmare all over again.
He doesn't deserve love .
