Ugh...growth...or something like that

Today my new friend asked me to do something I would have never done…I went to visit my birth father.

I don’t particularly care for or about him. He presence in my life was limited. He is an addict, a criminal, a derelict. He has done so many bad things that I call him by one of his 26 aliases.

However, my friend asked my brother about him. My brother volunteered to take my friend to meet him. I was also asked to join.

Somehow this turned into a photo shoot. He was beyond happy. He told my cousin that I was his number one…meaning his first child. I was the first child he let down.

Ugh. I hate being a grown responsible adult. I guess he was happy.

I should be rewarded for this. I am returning to my sass-hole self immediately. I deserve it.

😒