The Day I Left The Womb

So i talked to my dad today for the first time in a year. I didn't know what to say at first. He asked me how i was. I told him about this past year and how hard it was. I told him that it was frustrating that he never called me once. He knew about the shit i went through and he never did anything. I told him that i needed to get away from here; from Arizona. I want to move far away. He told me i could come live with him but i said no. I hate my step-mom. She is evil, i mean it. I told him that too. I told him that its fucked up that my step-mom single handedly destroyed my sisters and mine relationship with him. I told him everything that i had kept in for the past 10 years. I don't know how he felt after that. He seemed okay with it. He told me he was sorry for not calling and that he wanted to stay in contact with me. He realized my hurt and wanted me to call him whenever i needed too. I feel better now, having released all the hate. He asked me about the army again. He has always wanted me to join. I still don't know yet. I have some other problems i have to deal with first, obviously. The last thing he told me was that he wanted me to come down to his dad's house on spring break next year. Apparently it would be him and me fixing up his dad's house. I said okay. I guess i want to rebuild my relationship with him. All in all i had a relatively good conversation with him. He seemed to understand what i was saying. Only time will see if he can earn my trust again.