i'm k. my dad died of copd about a year ago. it was his fault. he smoked ever since the age of 9 and worked in kitchens for most of his life. i hate him for it. he did this to himself, he killed himself, but people won't listen to me. not even my own effing mother could care less. her heart is in the right place, but she was dependent on him. he was 9 years older than mom. at the time he had nearly hit puberty, she had just been born. while she was at work, he yelled at me and my younger sister, threatened to hit us, insulted us, HATED us. it wasn't just tough love anymore. he mentally abused us and my sister is still clearly affected by the constant of feeling worthless. no matter how nice he tried to seem, i knew he would hate me if i told him that i was gay or that i was scared. i'm 13 now. depressed entirely because of the teen thing, not him. i know it. i'm glad he's gone, but everyone tells me i have to be sad. for who? someone like him? someone who hated me? a quick question: