How I feel about my father is no secret. It's never been. His recently revealed interest in Clark only escalated resentment already rooted deep. I hate him. Even those words sound so fucking flat compared to how I feel.
He hates me too. I saw it in his eyes last night. I walked into my office to find him there with Clark. An accidental reunion I would have done anything to prevent. Clark appeared to have the upper hand, but I know my father. Even if my father had only come there looking for me, as he professed, even if their meeting were completely accidental--I want him nowhere near Clark. He should be locked up. He should be worse than that.
And yet, he brought me into this world. My blood. My DNA.
I miss Pam.