...I was in childhood home and I had the sense that my mom was there, but then it occurred to me that my dad hadn't been around for a while, and it was by his own choice.
Then I saw him walk in from the garage and he expressed no apparent interest in me upon arrival. I woke up feeling deflated and demoralized like I've never felt before. In reality he was intensely interested and always present and available.

How do you single mom faggots cope? What a fucking nightmare. Need any words of wisdom or positive energy this morning?