Today I found out that my father moved his hoe and her family into a new house, while my mother, brother, sisters and I still live in an apartment in the hood. I am way too emotional right now because this is the lowest he’s ever gone. But my father loves me. Feed those lies to your hoe. Because Dad (which I’m contemplating if that is still a title you still deserve), if you loved me, you wouldn’t put me through all of this emotional trauma and think that it’s okay.