I have a sister who to be honest is an evil *****. For some reason my dad adored her and she could do no wrong. He would forgive her for everything but me ? Well he did not even see me.

On his death bed he asked for her and my other sister and brother but not me.

I went to his death bed anyway as I needed to. He was not a bad father to me he just didnt see me.

My ***** of a sister hit my mum, she then decided to move to Austrailia had a great big party and my dad went even though he knew it hurt my mum.

It was her husband who was the/my child abuser and when he found out you could see how upset he was but it was because he KNEW he had to do the right thing and not see her as she was standing by him.

When he was diagnosed with cancer she came back to see him and he cried with happiness and carried on talking to her and going out with her until he died even though it was upsetting to all the family as she was going home to her husband every night.

We used to see our abuser pick her up or drop her off or she would phone him while sitting with us calling him darling etc just to annoy/hurt us and dad would smile and look on at her with love never telling her she was out of order.

They wanted to buy dads house and he was happy to sell it to them again knowing we hated him but it made my sister happy so he was willing to do so.

He died before he could do it so that never materialised.

I could go on and on and on however, it serves no purpose I just have to accept it and move on. I know I am worthy of love as my husband shows me every day.

I know he was the one with the problem not me he as a parent should not of behaved that way as all it did in the end was draw me away from him. My sister was devastated when he died I was less so. Yes I cried but not to the extent she did. Even to this day 20 years later she still visits his grave and keeps it looking immaculate.