... I don't HATE him, but my father did destroy my family. When I was 3 years old, my father had an affair and ran off with another woman. It tore my family to shreds. I was my mother's favourite child (too young to understand), but my brother, 4 years old, loved my father to pieces, and clung to him and defended him when we bad mouthed him. My other brother and sister, 13 and either 14 or 15 respectively, disliked him quite a bit after that. Because of him leaving, we couldn't afford to keep our mansion on our 150 acre farm and had to move to the city.
It's a very dim memory, but I just remembering looking up at someone, my father I think, storming out of the house while my brothers, mother, sister and I cried. Sometimes I'm not even sure if it's a memory or just something I made up in my head.
I'm civil towards him, but I am angry about what happened. What was so wrong with us? My mom is, in reality, prettier and more interesting than the woman he ran off with. And she has a better sense of humour.