I have never been close to my father.

He was physically abusive to me & my mentally handicapped mother, he had visitation rights & never even tried to visit, he never called. He was not a good man. I’ve forgiven him enough to be friends on fb & occasionally exchange one-liners on fb. He refuses to speak with me about the past, hasn’t even said sorry or anything.

However, my sister called me to tell me he’s been rushed to the hospital because he wasn’t breathing & I immediately broke down after hanging up the phone.

I hate the whole “well he’s still my dad” thing because he was never there. He wasn’t a dad. Why tf do I care so much.

As of right now, he’s stable & getting oxygen, my sister spoke with him momentarily (she’s not close with him either). I can’t talk to anyone except my sister & husband because my whole family hates this man to the core.

Why do I care about losing something I never had in the first place.... 😭