What hurts the most is that my father was actually really kind to me when I was a little kid. He would hug me, help me when I cried, bring me little treats when he arrived from work.
But then, maybe when I made 12 years, he started getting colder. Now we barely talk to each other, even tho we live in the same house.
He doesn't care to all the things I do, and it looks like having to be part of my life bothers him. He screams at me, and is just so rude sometimes...