So after years of hating school and having to deal with dystimia, anxiety, and becoming pregnant right before my juinor year, I finally graduated. I had a whole slew of bad emotions because I was not graduating with the class I'd been with since elementary, and didn't even know any of the kiss i was walking with. But I wanted to be proud of myself and happy. So I got a nice dress, shoes, and went to my mom's early to get ready with her and my sisters. This is where the problem happened. My father, a man I'd just recently forgiven and accepted again for ruining my childhood, decided to get drunk. And when he gets drunk, he gets angry. He threw a huge fit while I was getting ready over which cars we were taking, and than barely made it in time to the ceremony. When they ask parents to stand up for acknowledgment he would not stand. He did not take any pictures after. I tried my hardest to not cry untill I got home so I wouldn't upset my mom cause she tried so hard, but she knew. Now I'm just in pieces, I don't think I can ever forgive him for this.