I don't remember when my dad started drinking and smoking but I've always been righteous, so since I was 7yrs old I told him to stop. Every day he promised me he would. Yesterday was fathers day and I've wanted to cry for hours upon hours because I only hugged him, no card no nothing. I feel so guilty that I can't love him the way he wants because he just wants his little baby girl but I want to hate him for what he's done but I can't because he's still my dad. I rlly needed to get this off my chest.