I can't do it again. I can't put on a smile, walk over there and say it. Happy Father's Day? No. No! Am I just supposed to pretend the last 10 years didn't happen. Am I expected to make the day happy for him. Why? When he's done nothing for me. Where was he on my birthdays? Where was he when I graduated high-school? Where was he when I was being bullied?
I say this to myself, but I somehow still find myself outside his door.
(NOT an Applejack story.)