My parents split when I was 5 and had issues for ages. I wanted to hang out with my dad and he loved my brother and I but he just couldn't handle the responsibility of us and was manipulative, so I decided when I was 14 to stop myself from seeing him, and a year later he died. I had only seen him 2 or three times within the last year, and it hurt, but it certainly didn't hurt as much as people thought it might.
I loved him, though I barely cried at his funeral. And afterwards, my brother's, my mum's and my life actually got a lot easier and I got the consent to go overseas! Because my dad had refused to sign the papers for my passport (presumably to get back at my mum). Anyway he died and I got to go haha. Best experience of my life (so far) ^^
What's worse ,losing someone that was good or not good ?
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My parents split when I was 5 and had issues for ages. I wanted to hang out with my dad and he loved my brother and I but he just couldn't handle the responsibility of us and was manipulative, so I decided when I was 14 to stop myself from seeing him, and a year later he died. I had only seen him 2 or three times within the last year, and it hurt, but it certainly didn't hurt as much as people thought it might.
I loved him, though I barely cried at his funeral. And afterwards, my brother's, my mum's and my life actually got a lot easier and I got the consent to go overseas! Because my dad had refused to sign the papers for my passport (presumably to get back at my mum). Anyway he died and I got to go haha. Best experience of my life (so far) ^^