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My father... ah my father I don't know how explain but I hate when he trying to say me what kind of people can be my friend. He hates my boyfriend, my friends, my clothes, my paints, my draws, my books, my shoes, my music...Well, I hate him for cheating on my mother in my childhood and the last year, for cheating on me, for to cause me revulsion toward men, for never be here, for never be with me when I needed him... 

I understand he cares about me but, why doesn't cared about me when I needed him? why now? why not three years ago? why?. I feel sad and angry about this. I hate his text messages and calls.