Did I tell you guys I found my dad’s 9th grade report cards in this mess of family photos and things?  He got straight C’s in Algebra the whole year, and even got one in English, and yet nearly ended the ground I stood upon when I brought home one C (my first out of like, 3 my entire highschool career) in the advanced math I shouldn’t have been taking when the class was taken over by a clear sexual predator and my step-mother started mistreating me.  

I want to mail them to his house with a note that just says HOW DARE YOU

I got my three C’s because I had no support, was just expected to perform and be perfect at everything and be deeply ashamed if I was not, and was neglected at best and mistreated at worst and there you were being worshipped so hard your baby book is bursting with things that happening well after you were in school.  

lucky for him and for me, i have no idea where he lives