September 6th 2012
After school on my birthday I waited all night for my dad to call or at least text me for my birthday. I decided to call my dad’s girlfriend at the time to ask if she knew if he was going to call me. I remember her telling me that she didn’t know where he was, she told me he was probably at the bar getting drunk. After letting that information sink in I thought to myself he cares more about getting drunk then me. I just cried for hours by myself in my bedroom on my 15th birthday, my best friend called me to make me feel better which didn’t work very well.
September 7th 2012
That morning I was in the bathroom getting ready for something I don’t remember anymore. My phone rang next to me, it was my dad. I thought about answering it but deciding to ignore it. After that day I refused to talk to him, before I knew it we didn’t speak for a year.
I can't really remember the details to this event but it was an important moment in my life.
