I'm the younger of two girls in my family. No brothers. Just my "sister" and me.
When I was little, I was what they call a daddy's girl, but as I grew older, my dad walked out of my life. He was still in the house, but he wasn't really part of my life. By the time I hit high school, I'd see him for maybe an hour a day because he was either working or in the depths of the pig sty he created in the basement.
Now that he's retired and I'm at not working, I've come to realise something... I've realised that the man has absolutely no respect for me. He falls all over himself when my sister comes over; talking about her job for hours on end. My father values work, which is something I cannot do, therefore he doesn't value me.
I've told y'all before that he's a narcissist, which is hard enough to deal with on his good days, but this realisation actually kinda hurts.
I hate my life.
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