Bill baxter.

I am Angela Baxter, the daughter of bill Baxter. But most of the time I forget that, because you see my dads not in my life. My parents don’t share me like most parents who divorce do. I live with my mom and step father. But I haven’t seen bill in four years, and I haven’t heard an “I love you” or “happy birthday” In five years. Through out my whole life I realize that his Booze was more important to him then I was. Even when I didn’t see him for four year I tried to send him updates and pictures but my uncle said he threw them away and said he didn’t have a daughter. One day I went to school in the third grade and we talked about our dads for show and tell all the dads showed up each dad talking about there jobs and how much money they make, I had to tell my teacher that my dad couldn’t make it today because he was busy with what he does, when she asked what it was, I replied “my dads a professional drunk” I have never went to a father daughter dance. I was in the second grade I had a Christmas concert for my class, my mom had to work and my dad…just didn’t show up. One day in the fourth grade my dad Was all drugged out on pills after school I couldn’t get into our crummy apartment because he locked the door and passed out, so I sat in the hallway for 3 hours till my mom came home. I’m sure glade my step father Doug isn’t like him. Almost always I forget the word step is in front of father. Because he spends a lot more time with me then bill did, it makes me wish that my mom would have left bill sooner and married Doug faster, that way at lest Then I could have a dad to be there for everything. I’m writing this to tell myself that my life could be worse, so when things look shitty, I’ll just read this again and show myself it’s better then living with bill.