You can’t pick your family.

Actually, in 2013, you probably can but that’s not the point of this post.

If I could pick my family, there are more than a few that would no longer be seated at the Christmas dinner table.

Unfortunately, one of those people is my Father.

I say unfortunately, not because I want a relationship with him but because other people want me to have a relationship with him.

Why? Because apparently, people don’t hate a Parent. Except that I do.

It wasn’t always like this.

Growing up, I idolized my Father. He could do no wrong. Until he did.

If you ask him, he’ll say that his choice to have an affair is the root behind all of our problems. I’m 100% positive it isn’t. The problem is everything that he’s done since that time.

The main point of contention, he does and says whatever he must to make me have a relationship with his girlfriend.

I tried. I wanted it to work.

I know what’s good for me.

But it didn’t. I gave. I gave until I didn’t even know who I was anymore. Sucks when you’re the only one giving.

I’m done giving.

I’m done.

You can’t pick your family.


You can pick who you hate.


My name isn't really Samantha but I always wished it was. It has a nice ring to it don't you think. Better than Francine. Oops.

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