I have more respect for a street hooker than I have for my father

She is one of my friends and I am going through some rough time and she is asking me to tell her but I don't want to, I don't want to tell her about the ugly bits of my life because I don't want to disappoint her, I care for what she thinks of me.

Which it's something I never felt towards my father, even when I was clueless kid I never really respected that spinless whiney bastard.