TIt all started when he left me as a boy; from that moment I knew I had to look for his affection elsewhere. I went through two different relationships, but neither of them gave me the paternal figure I needed, Only my uncle, my dad's brother, who took care of me since I was born (I currently stopped talking to him because of the crap he said about me). Years later, when I was still a child, I longed to see him again, but he already had a new family in another country. And me? I was nothing, he didn't even care about me, I tried to contact him several times just to avoid feeling that emptiness, but he would simply leave me on voicemail or make no attempt to answer me. I still think about how stupid I was, Then came adolescence, I didn't speak to him again but oh surprise, he started sending me several messages, asking how I was, trying to create a bond that no longer exists, I don't hold a grudge against him And I don't want to appear vulnerable to him either, so I just say the same old thing: "He's my father, but I don't love him, I only respect him." Anyway, he's not a bad person, I was his first son, but do you know what he preferred? To leave for another country after relapsing into his vices. Now he's trying to come back even after starting another family, I don't blame him for anything, I don't need him anymore, but sometimes I wish he would stop being so immature. I grew up hating the man who was my example of everything I didn't want to be; the funny thing is that the older I get, the more I resemble him. Now I understand that it was never against his memory, but against the shadow, let him rot, I will always be able to do everything without him and without anyone else.
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