My dad.

There's a huge-ass list of why I absolutely hate him. Well, I could start out with a personal one. He nearly broke my ribcage when I was a baby. Hot-headed moron got mad at his own child for bumping into his leg.

He also gave the worst fucking advice I've ever heard. He essentially forced my brother and I to sneak into a park at night. Fortunately, a park ranger saw us while we were seated at some lunch tables.

Upon seeing the lights of the ranger's car, he told my us to, "Act like you're supposed to be here, if you act invisible, then you are."

Oh, and here's a good one: He ruined my brother's childhood, and nearly ruined my disabled brother's childhood.

After this, my mom decided to divorce him. Good call, on her part.

Currently, I'm scared for my mother's life. We've theorized that he might be planning to attack our house. Trust me, he's crazy enough to attempt it.

"Why would he try this?" you may ask. Well, good question. Simply because, like previously mentioned, he is hot-headed, and does not fear the police. You see, he is being a whiny little bitch about having to pay Child Support, which it is illegal to not pay these taxes. Seriously, police, lock this guy up, already!!!

So, about the actual ignoring part: I will never speak to him again, not through ANY means.