It's been nine years of my life I was ether loved or hated. My mom hates him so do me and my brother. Evan through he hurt me I knew I needed him in my life. After he started to come back in my life I still was on the edge to trust him. He's want to hug me but if he knew what he did when he was drunk he was lucky I wasn't old enough to use a knife. All I want to do is let all my anger out on him. He abused my dog. He left me. He made me mad when I was little he put me through mental and emotional stress anger and depression. When my grandfather past away I didn't have a father to look up to. It's was all his fault.
