I have mentioned it here and there. The worst bit was when my appendix ruptured & my dad told me it was just cramps from my first period. I wasn’t quite 13. Three days later the pain & fever brought him to a semblance of concern & he took me to an ER. Luckily the appendix had walled itself off as an abscess before it burst. They put me on antibiotics- sent me home - and removed my appendix TWO months later. The pain had come back & the abscess burst during surgery. Let’s just say - it was not my day to die. Two weeks later - I came home. But he hadn’t learned his lesson. I was relieved when I was 35 & he left this world. Father’s Day is coming and I always have to remind myself that there are decent dads out there. And daughters who love them. That was never the way I felt about my father. I survived him. I didn’t love him.