I want nothing to do with my biological father. He didn’t want me. He didn’t raise me and tried to be a part-time dad.
He doesn’t know I don’t want him in my life. He probably doesn’t care. He could be dead. Maybe he’s still a boxer in Mexico. Maybe his cartel connections from jail killed him. Does it really matter when you’re 22 years old? I haven’t seen him since I was about 4 years old, and that’s just an estimation.
There would never be a reason to have my dad in my life. He didn’t love me. He didn’t love his son. He had another son with another woman and loved him. Not me. My dad didn’t love me.
He didn’t love me.