I sent an email to my parents about Mike. I entitled it "Mike: the forgotten child." I told them about how I went and bought Mike clothes. The response wasn't surpising, but it made me angry.

My father is a cruel, callous, mean, selfish, demeaning person. He's a drunk and a abuser. I'm not finding that out for the first time. His words reconfirmed the terrible person he is.

Growing up dad would often yell, "I work to put clothes on your backs, food in your bellies and a roof over your heads." Thanks dad I am grateful for that. I truly am.

I would trade all of that for ONE I love you son.

I'm writing this because of anger. If I kept it inside I would explode.

It's been said that you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family.

If I could pick my family Jim Robbins wouldn't be a part of it.

Thanks for allowing me to vent. I don't normally do it. I don't like to do it. There are times when it's neccesary.

Dave