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When I was little my dad would never eat dinner with us. He would just get his food and go to his room. One day I really wanted to spend time with him so I told my Mom that I wanted to go upstairs to the room to eat dinner with him. I remember knocking on the door because it was locked and I asked if could eat with him. He never opened the door. I didn’t want to go back down stairs because we had some people over and I was sad and embarrassed that my own dad didn’t want to spend time with me. So, I just sat there and ate my food and when I was done I went down stairs. I never told my Mom that he didn’t let me in. I always get so jealous of the people who have a good relationship with their father. You are very lucky if you’re one of those people.

(via erica-bearicaa-deactivated20110)

•  26 March 2011