Money Talks.

Im sorry I wasnt born a crisp, green bill fold.
I think, maybe if I was, my father would care more about me.

He called me today pretending to care about whats going on in my life and to make sure I
"understand why he cant make it to graduation".
So pretty much so I dont think hes a schmuck.

He asked to speak with my mom, which is never going to end well.

From the couch I could hear her side, defending me and being the wonderful mom I wish everyone had.
I could tell from her end it was, once again, making this about money.

If he really thought this was important he would make the effort.
I know this.
He knows this.
Mom knows this.

His surgery for his shoulder is in three days, but because of it he cant make it to graduation.
Im not sure if hes seen a calender in a while but graduation is 2 weeks from today.
That means he has 11 days to suck it up and get on a plane for 2 hours..sit through the 4 hour ceremony, pretend to be proud of me, and then can go home to his "real family".

I knew in the 5th grade he would never be at my high school graduation.
I knew it then and I expected it now, but I allowed myself to hope, again.
And as of late just about anything I had hope in was a total and complete failure, blowing up in my face.

I dont know why I put myself in these situations.
I should learn.
But I wont, so Ill just leave myself open for more pain if there are any takers.