It's not that I hate not having a dad, it's that I've never had someone be proud of me. I've never had a father to help me through life. I've never had a dad to convince me everything will be fine. I've never had a dad to encourage me to meet new friends or help with homework. I've never had a father that cared about me.

When I see parents with their children, I think, why couldn't I have that? What did I do to deserve this?

I never had a mother that loved me or one that looked out for me.

I grew up with two sisters 11 years older than me. One taught me about the world and the other taught me to fear it.