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Input: so my mom had me when she was 17 almost 18. my dad was about 20 at the time. they split when i was about 4 and i lived with both of them about 50 50. my dad has never been the most responsible guy (kicked out of schools, bad grades, pothead/drugdealer, kinda sexist, etc.).  i have early childhood memories of him handing me bags of weed and telling me to smell them and he would get mad if i didnt like it and he would make me help him rip up my moms clothes when he got mad at her. he would spank me if i ever stepped out of line. he was a very masculine guy and wanted me to be super masculine too but being the gay i am i always hated doing anything that a stereotypical masculine young boy  would enjoy. anyways he had a girlfriend when i was 7 who was living with us and he took me home after school one day and they started fighting and things got physical. he was then arrested and deported to mexico but i never really understood how wrong he was until later on. anyways he got out of prison when i was about 10 and i flew to mexico to stay with him for 10 weeks. he told me that what he did was ok because she was cheating and stealing from him. over the few years after that, i started to realize what a shitty guy he was. he now has 3 different kids (that i know of) with 3 different women that he has no relation to anymore. i maintained a close relationship with my grandma (on my dads side) and she would always call him and make me talk to him. he would always ask why i never called him and tell me that i dont care about him (like uhhh hi im like 12 and youre my dad who fucked up so who should be calling who here? lol). anyways as time went on i started talking to him less and less until i was about 14 when my grandma made me fly out to see him again with her. i wasnt the happiest there but im too nice of a person to be rude to my dad but he could tell i wasnt the same oblivious child that i used to be. he cried to my grandma because he knew that i needed a dad and he couldnt give that to me and he knew how i felt. he always said he would come back to america one day and be back in my life but i always knew that would never happen, the last i talked to him was saying goodbye to him at the airport in mexico when i was 14. my grandma always called him whenever i was at her house and she would ask me to talk to him and i always told her i didnt want to. im now 18 and i recently heard news  a few months ago that he got himself into prison again. he has never been there for me and always been toxic but i cant shake the fact that he's my dad and i cant help but to feel guilty cutting him out completely. i want to give him more chances but i know he wont change anytime soon and the part of my life where i desperately needed him is over but part of me still hates myself for cutting out the only dad i have.

realizing I want nothing to do with my dad