It Hurts To Talk About

It hurts to talk about it, so I'm going to write about it. Now that I have shed my tears I can get the words out. I don't know if I hate him or I am so hurt by him. It is sad how none of his 3 boys really like him but he is so blind because he has another family to live up to. Today, I packed my bags and moved out his house. What hurts the most is to how he did not bother to care that I was leaving or bother to give me a call. It hurts me to have to tell my mom that I left who is suppose to be my father's house and have her worry because there is not much she can do. I don't know what I am going to do from this day on but hopefully time will work its self out. I want to go to school but because of what I am going through I don't know if my situations will allow me to. I am so confused as to what to do. My options are to move to Memphis, TN or the Air Force. But IDK! I had more to say but as I write my thoughts began to race. But as of now I would rather not speak to the man who is suppose to be my father. I'm so hurt by him and don't want to be the man he is. I want to do right by my family so he is my motivation to do right even though he is not the dad I wish he was.