I Will Not Expect Anything From My Ungrateful Father Novels & Stories

His voice was full of rage. He doesn’t want me around his house; I don’t like him even a single bit; and I don’t want to be in this house; it’s all because of my mother. I’m taking all this from a father who doesn’t value his education. I’m so ashamed of myself; I can’t read or write. My father is unbelievable; all he cares about is how to please his stupid self.

“You’ve never experienced hardship. When you lost everything you have right now and couldn’t even pay your bills, don’t come running back to me. I’m tired of your childishness. You are too stubborn, disobedient, and ungrateful as if I was never a good father to you. I gave you everything. I provided you with every girl ever dreamed of, and this is what you gave me back?” I took a step to stand before him. This time I was proving to him that I wouldn’t be his puppet anymore. “I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but I didn’t choose to be your daughter. I didn’t choose to be born before you shoved everything on me for being ungrateful. Maybe I owed you, and I’m still nothing but a d

he admonished, his words cutting through the air with a cold precision. The word "disappointed" hit me like a punch to the gut. His disappointment was a familiar refrain in my life, one that seemed to haunt every decision I made. My heart ached, and I realized that even after everything, a part of me still yearned for his approval. "It's fine, Dad. I could never seem to impress you anyway. No matter what I do, it's never enough to earn your approval. Tell me, though, if I was such a disappointment, why didn't you just reject me when I was born? I've worked so hard for everything in my life, only to be met with annoyance and disappointment from you. Do you truly despise me that much?" The wor

" I slowly let go of the letter after reading it, and at the same time, my tears began to fall. My chest tightened—I couldn’t even stand, so I ended up lying down on the floor. I never thought that Dad could say something even more hurtful now that I’m no longer under his care. Why does it feel like he’s making it sound like it’s my fault—that I’m the one who’s wrong? Even through a letter, he’s still disappointed in me? “Damn it!” I cursed, slamming my hand hard against the floor. I broke down into sobs, both hands covering my eyes. The pain I’m feeling right now is unbearable—a deep, piercing pain caused by my own father. After all the hardships and pain I’ve been through, nothing could hu

His hands were tucked into his pockets as his Adam's apple bobbed. Before he could say a word, I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm just so happy our son is fine and her plans didn't work, that's all that matters. We should let her be just the way she wants," I said, my lips curling into a smile as I pressed my face into him. "She's a very ungrateful bastard. I regret ever taking her in. She will suffer and die!" My father spat. I pulled back from Asher's arms and stared back at my father.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I said. “I don’t want your money. I don’t need it. I’ve still got the trust fund from Grandma and Grandpa, the one you can’t touch, remember? That’s more than enough to finish school, to live. So keep your money. Keep your control. I’m done.” My father’s face turned red, his voice trembling with rage. “You ungrateful...” “Ungrateful?” I interrupted, stepping closer. “You want to talk about ungrateful? You raised two sons and broke both of them, one with pressure, the other with neglect. You don’t get to talk about gratitude.”

I asked " I was the most hated child. Do you know what living in that house feels like? dad looks at me like he is doing me a favor while I live in that house. As if he wasn't the one that gave birth to me " He rubbed his face out of frustration " Do you know how it feels like leaving without money? I have the family and the love I needed but what was missing was the money. Dad took it all. He suffered the most !" He was raising his voice at me. I did nothing wrong to him " why are you yelling at me ?" He exhaled loudly "I'm sorry. I was only venting out my anger. It pains me to see some people ungrateful for what they have and they don't stop To think about what others are going through "

What was the whole point of inheriting what he had to offer when I knew that the thought that my father made me work in every way for everything that I got. He got out of his seat, his face getting red. “You are an ungrateful brat! I told your mother I had a feeling you weren't mine but she insisted. You're nothing like me! I'm ashamed to call you son! The bitch hadn't died, she would have been very ashamed of you. It's a good thing she died early so she won't have to deal with you! Do you know how hard I worked before I got a smile from my father, how many people I had to kill just for him to acknowledge me?”

I locked eyes with my dad and asked him icily, "How much more gratitude do you expect from me? Everyone has seen what I've done for this family over the years. If it's about repaying debts, I've done that ten times over. "From here on out, you might as well forget you have a daughter, because I'm ready to be an orphan." Dad was panting with rage, his teeth clenched as he jabbed a finger at me. "You think you can just walk away? Let me tell you something: no matter what, I'm still your dad."

"Maybe I can. I think so." "Then that is good enough for me." He says. My hands tighten into fists. I finally think I can. _______________________________ I think I can. How pathetic of me, to think I'd actually be able to defy my father. "Ungrateful fucking bastard." He hisses under his breath as he drags me up by a handful of my hair. Dry coughs jerk from my lips when he slams his foot into my side, over and over again. A pitiful breath stutters out of me.