My dad..

Ok so everybody knows that my dad is a touchy subject for me. And this is taking a lot for me to write. But I feel that I need to and it will get some things off my chest. When i was like 7 years old my dad quit his job as President of the Union at the ceral mill here in Paris. He left my mom, two sisters, and I. Since my dad had a good paying job my mom stayed home and took care of me and my sisters since Shelby (the oldest) was born. When he left he went out to Nevada to get this other woman younger than him that he met on the internet. Thats when I started having all these problems I guess. He came back and him and my mom got a divorce and went to court over us girls. But he obviously didnt want us which was fine with my mom. We had from noon to six on sundays to spend time with him. Well thats if he would come get us half of the time he didnt. He wasnt paying child support either. He was on drugs but i found that out later cause at the time i just wanted my dad back. The one who loved us girls. The daddy i would jump into his arms when he came home from work and had a smile on his face. The one who taught me how to ride a bike. When he came back and acutally picked us up on sundays he would always say "I'm not your dad, I left him in Nevada." Once he got rid of the girl who broke his family up he found another "winner". Yeah she didnt last long. I didnt like her and I told her she had a hairy face. Because well she did.Then my dad tried to get clean from all the drugs and drinking. And went to this rehab in Terre Haute for a while. He was doing really good and he acted like he cared again and all this stuff. So when he asked my mom to remarrie him. She said yes, out of the fact thats what my sisters and I wanted. So they got remarried on Christmas 2005. By the summer of 2006 dad was back on the drugs. He didnt have a job and once again would come home whenever he wanted to. He "tried".he said at least. But i never knew when to believe him. SO not soon later my mom kicked him out. He lived with this guy who had a huge afroish type thing. I totally misjudged him. He ended up being a better dad to me than my own. Then my dad came back to live with us once again. He got a job and was starting to act better but he still wasnt off the drugs and drinking. And when it came to everything i was the one who always got screwed over. He was never around on my birthdays. Never there for me when I needed him to be. He took of to colorado one year with some girl this was here recently like my freshman year. Wasnt there on that birthday either. But hey go figure.! Now to this day. He doesnt live with us walked out once again. Hes on drugs and I really could care less of him. I am now 16 years old and I dont believe in marraige becasue of my dad. Im diagnosed with deppression. I talked to him the first time in three months yesterday seems to have forgotten me. Bad thing is he accused me of stealing his money and his drugs. I keep all my feelings in. Like ice. I just dont see why someone would want to leave a family with a loving wife and three beautiful daughters. No love for them just the love for a drug. Anyways my mother has done an amazing job raising us three girls on our own and i am very proud of her.