I say "our" dog because she was legally his, although I grew up with her. She had some medical stuff going on that my dad wasn't willing to pay for. I could have adopted her and got it fixed for free with a donation service I found. Instead, for some reason, my dad decided to... do SOMETHING with her. I don't know if he gave her away, put her down, or dropped her off somewhere to die of her disease. He wouldn't tell me.
And he just fully expects me to move on and forget.
Well... I forgive him. He won't be on this earth forever and I have to cherish the time I have with him.
I had a paper route and was saving money. Got my bank book up to $700 by the time I was 10. Then my bike was stolen. So figured I had more than enough to buy a new one to find my balance was $0.00. Dad cleaned it out. Mom defended him and said he needed the money to pat the mortgage. Years later when she divorced him she finally got a look at his taxes. All those years of crying poverty and he was pulling down 150K a year. Yup. He was a prime cut of dick
