The man who fathered me, I hate him. Everything that he is, everything that he stands for I hate. I hate that I share his name, his blood. God if only we get to pick our supposed family.
in Confession
The man who fathered me, I hate him. Everything that he is, everything that he stands for I hate. I hate that I share his name, his blood. God if only we get to pick our supposed family.