My father is the most ungreatful person I have ever know.  He and my mother never wanted to get married.  They were basically forced into it by my grandfather who insisted that I could not be born out of wedlock.

I had some 'access' visits with him as a child but knowing that my father had been a lying, cheating, violent scumbag put me off him (surprise suprise).  So when he moved back to Malaysia (He's English but I lived out there as a toddler) when I was about 6/7 I wasn't that bothered.  I didn't see him again till I was 18, when I found out that some years previous he had moved back to the UK (thanks for letting me know) and was now moving out to Australia (again thanks for letting me know!)

It took my boyfriend at the time and a good friend to go with me to Manchester to make sure I got there to see him.  I was so scared I actually threw up.  I realised he wasn't so bad and as over the last few years I have developed a strong live and let live policy I decided to try and build a relationship with him.   It didn't really work.  As much as I tried emailing him and keeping in contact he never tried.  For the sake of my relationship with my sisters (the eldest of which I have quite a good relationship) i perservered to the point where I finally agreed to go to Oz to visit them.

I decided that despite the fact that there was no way I could afford it without the escorting I would save up and fly to the otherside of this planet to see a man who quite honestly has show no interest in me and by all rights I should forget about.

Despite initially being quite open and pleased about this he is now being petty about dates.  Apparently they only get 4 weeks holiday a year oz.  Guess what so do I and I'm spending 2 of them going to visit you, you miserable, bastard!!!

ggggrrrrrrrr   I hate my father and as much as I would love to see my friend in Brisbane , I am seriously considering flying off to Cuba for a week instead!