#deadbeatfather

[queenjaychel]

House-fire near Downey

Know what pisses me off!? We had a house fire about two weeks, the person that started the fire, he won’t take blame! Saying he doesn’t know what it was, when he does! He is playing the victim! I hate this shit! HE IS MY BIO FATHER! I’m beyond pissed, I live with family because I can’t afford to live on my own, and don’t have anyone to stay with. It sucks that because of his fucking dumbass, we’re dealing with this shit! No one wants to give him blame! I so want to give him blame! But if I do, I won’t hear the end of it. Because he is keeping the house together when he isn’t! He is just a fucked up man and doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself! Should I report? I know the investigation is still underway. because he deserves to go to hell! He has put my and family through hell!! I am done with his shit!!

[because-im-me]

Anyone else's "dad" thrilled to see their child broke, starving and homeless??

Or are there actual healthy father-daughter relationships out there

[gaefampoets]

Personal - Aki Art by ajgiel on deviant art #trauma #deadbeatfather #wontstayquiet #hearmescream #itspersonalnow #itspersonal #childhoodtrauma #bequiet #abusersarenotvictims #narcissticabusesurvivor #narcissticfather poetryofinstagram #queerpoets #poetryisnotdead #poems #poets #lgbtqpoets #poetryislife #poetrycommunity #poetsociety https://www.instagram.com/p/CFGPTurns1T/?igshid=6bcls8epfeud

[suesue7373]

First time I’ve seen a smile on them in a long time#chicagoholidayinn #payyourfukinchildsupport#deadbeatfather @AshorZia https://www.instagram.com/p/B4X75dDppAx5KdFe1R5-67INWPZGW9gMb6EZbU0/?igshid=yeapyfmthd2p

[secretivespeaker]

To the dude

To the dude that left me, you disappeared so quick you left me with a blur of your figure. Only got a chance to call your name once but you were gone before I could understand your respond. You were the one I looked up to, when I was dependent and naive. My innocence was for you to protect but instead you just became absent. You just left me pain. To the dude that made an infinite whole in my heart, I’m trying to build a jigsaw of the night sky. How is it possible for a stranger to hurt my heart? I never even learnt your favourite colour. You abandoned me for your appease while I shed tears and felt pain. I just felt unworthiness. To the dude that left my mum, thinking she wasn’t independent enough to care for me. She’s the one that showed me love and care, more than you ever did to me. She’s the one who taught me how to walk, talk, write and read. She grew me up to be the independent lady that I am today. To the dude that gave me tears, you were never here to wipe them away. I had thought I did you something. I thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough or maybe I wasn’t what you want. I thought you thought I wasn’t your blood. Maybe I did something that I couldn’t remember or maybe I said something. I never knew why you vanished. To the dude I give a second chance, you made it seem as if I had left you. I tried my best move forward with you, but you only wanted to stay behind. I prayed that we could make things right but you just made my heart ache more. You placed the blame on my mum; you placed it on her family. You blamed others for what you did. Whether you accept or reject what you did I just want to say I forgive you.

[youhavejustbeengarthd]

knivesandblood started following you

deadbeatfather started following you

"Oh, hey there, guys~"

[deadbeatfather]

@ yourveryowndeanwinchester

It was an awful thing to admit, but he hated looking at his son.

Not for any obvious reason- not because he was particularly ugly, because Dean certainly wasn't. He was the child of Mary Campbell- really, how could he be?

But looking at him... looking at him made him feel awful. It brought back the guilt. The stress. The negativity of his obviously horrid parenting skills. It reminded him of all the times he'd left the boys alone in those motel rooms, reminded him of all the times he'd used them as bait when no other hunter was available for a case. Reminded him that he, John Winchester, was an awful father.

And Dean stood there now- or rather, he sat at the edge of the bed, pushed back into a corner by the boy himself. They stood in their latest shitty motel room, John seated at the table back against the wall, facing his eldest son.

Sam was gone. They weren't sure where, but he knew Dean had his suspicions of college- and honestly, John wasn't about to stop him this time. To know that his son wanted out was understandable. He just despised the thought of him being out there alone, without the means of hunting anything that happened to mess with him. Then again, Sammy was a smart boy- he and Dean both were- and John was well aware of the fact he could hold his own.

He studied Dean now, eyes narrowed, from where the boy sat at the edge of the bed, but each time Dean was to glance up, he'd glance back down, busying himself in his work.

[deadbeatfather]

"Dad." Adam greeted with a stiff nod of his head.

Oh, Adam. His only untainted son. The only one he hadn’t yet failed.

John gave something of a grim smile, nodding his head in response. ”Hey, kid.”