I was thinking about my dad. I didn't meet him till a couple years ago when I was 21, I never talked to him till I was 16 because my aunt found me on Facebook. He just walked away when I was 2 months old (drugs) Has a few younger kids that he at least is somewhat involved in their lives. I'm not sure why I'm thinking about it, I mean my life was quite difficult growing up but I wouldn't change any of it and my mom was amazing so I don't feel like I missed anything by not having him in my life. I guess sometimes it just bothers me that half the reason for my existence had no idea where I was after we moved when I was 8 (he never showed up even when I was still living here, no birthdays, nothing and I didn't meet him till I moved back here a couple years ago) he wouldn't have known if I was dead or alive my whole life, and he wouldn't care, like just some mistake he walked away from