Recently I was watching this show about a guy who was putting himself through college. This guy looked more at home chugging beers, in the woods, listening to either country or Korn. Anyways, he was talking to a counselor about his plans, when the counselor says something to the effects of how he should be proud of himself, he's accomplished a lot, and to keep going on this track. The guy basically responded with, "What's the point, I have no family to support me? To back me up?" My heart broke for him. The counselor asks when was the last time he saw his mother. Then asks when was the last time he saw his dad. This is where my sympathy died, and I turned the channel. I'm not a cold hearted bitch, but the guy replies. "It's been so long, I can't remember. I don't know, maybe two months." What!? Two months! I haven't seen my father in about two years. Two fucking years. Granted my father and I haven't been close these last couple of years, but does that really matter? To some degree I guess it does, but a parent, despite the fact that the child might not necessarily contact them on a regular basis, should always be in your life. I mean right now, I'm sitting here wondering about the possibilities of my dad being dead. Ouch, right? Read more