I hate even calling you that because I truly and genuinely hate you. I guess I can understand you not supporting anything I do. I’m not “sporty” like my younger sisters and you were that “jock kid” in high school but the fact that you’re cheating on mom makes me sick. How dare you put that on me? I feel like fucking shit not only every time I’m around you but every time I think about how I don’t have the courage to tell mom and I hate myself for it. I hope you know that I will never forgive you for this. Sometimes I just sit up late at night and cry for her. I hate how you make me feel like I’m fucking nothing. I hope my kids never have to know a father who would do that to them.