He's got a day off of work on Mondays, and the hospital is less than a ten dollar cab ride, which I would pay for with what I've got left. Guess what he told me? Go on... guess.
He can't be my father for me, and can't handle me when I'm 'like this'. Read: overly emotional. Not to mention he can't wait all those hours in a waiting room with me. This is the same kid that when told of his childhood's cat's demise last week, told me while I can be sad, I shouldn't languish in misery over it. Mind you, I was crying some two hours after I found out the news, myself.
I love my child. Really I do. Someone remind me why?