Words hurt. Especially when it comes from someone who’s supposed to be close to you. Hearing that your father feels like you’d betrayed him but all you wanted was for him to get better hurts. The rejection hurts. The favoritism hurts. Everything hurts. It starts to make you think what you could’ve done better to make that not happen. But it’s already done. Just listening to him talk and with the flip of the switch he changes into this whole other person. This berate rude person who bashes your mother says that she never done anything for him and she ruin the family dynamic, that she started everything. It hurts to watch. It hurts to watch how affectionate he is with your sibling and then when it comes to you, it starts out with a few words to none then turns it around on you and starts making accusations and all you wanna do is fight those words because they mean nothing to you but you can’t help it. It hurts to lose a father’s love. That’s the one thing you’ll never get back.