Father’s Day is always a weird thing for me. My parents are still married, I still live at home with my father but if you asked if I was close with him it would be no. I would probably tell you we only say hi to each other in passing moments. I would tell you my parents are only still married because she claimed we needed a father. But I still never got a father or a dad. I recently read this book where it explained the difference between a father and a dad. I got stuck with a father. A dads someone who takes care of you and listens and does whatever with you and is just always there for you. A father is the person who helped bring you into this world, that’s what I got stuck with. I had a father who told me I was stupid and was never trying hard enough. Nothing was ever good enough for him. I had a father who would try and beat me as I’d have to fight back every time. I have a father who yelled and degraded my younger brother and turned him into this low self esteem ridden person who I always have to defend and look after because my father doesn’t get he made his kids depressed individuals with low self esteem. I have a father who couldn’t tell you one thing about me. It’s too late for him and I. But the one thing he did teach me is what I don’t want in a husband and father of my children. I want my future children to have the best dad ever. I wish I had a dad to thank for being there for me. But instead I have a father who just helped bring me into this world.