My dads the reason i dont feel like every other kid. He's been a drug attic since i was about 5. i didn't understand exactly until i was probably 9. My dad was sent away. they told me it was a "vacation" or for "work" but i knew everyone was lying. hes been gone for about 4-5 years now. i obviously know where he actually is. once i realized he wasnt going to be back anytime soon i forgot about him. people asked me questions like "why dont you talk about your dad?" "why doesnt he live with you?" "do you know your dad?" i eventually just stuck to "i dont have a dad" people made it a joke and laughed but i always saw it as i me not having him. he left me at 3 months old and came back and left again. i dont feel like i need him..