My parents got divorced when I was four. My dad wasn't exactly the greatest man and he wouldn't see a therapist so my mom divorced him. After that I would see my dad every Wednesday and every other weekend. Growing up my dad had a lot of girlfriends and stuff but when I was in second grade he finally settled down and remarried. I didn't like my step mom or step sister at the time. They would say a lot of mean stuff also I'm pretty sure the step mom was only there for my dad's money but I kept quiet about it since I knew how lonely my dad was. I remembered the moment when he dropped me and my sisters off at my mom's and he cried in the car because he didn't want to go back to an empty house. So I kept quiet. In fifth grade though it was getting a bit too much for me. My step mom wouldn't let my dad do anything not even have lunch with his own daughters without her or her daughter being there. So me and my sisters went and saw him at his work. Thinking hey maybe we can ask him to have lunch with us and we can talk it out. That didn't happen though. So we told him about everything but he ignored us. In the end he picked her and her daughter over his own biological children. It was a huge fight though my dad said some mean stuff and just ugh all of that. I was too busy crying. After that it was hard to face him. So me and my sisters stopped visiting my dad anymore. I secretly wanted to visit but I didn't wanna go and my sisters see me as a betrayer. So I didn't visit. After a couple weeks of not visiting he called my school. When the teacher told me that it was my dad and to go down to the office to answer it. I was freaking out and I told the teacher "my mom doesn't want me talking to my dad" and my teacher understood and told the office that. 7th grade, I still haven't visited not once and I get news that my dad is in the hospital so I go. He was in a coma. After a week and multiple times of being brought back there comes a time where it's really bad that me and my sisters had to make a choice to have him have surgery with a very low chance or surviving or to unplug him. Oldest sister said to unplug him, middle sister said surgery, then me the youngest was left with the tough decision and I ended up deciding to unplug him. I just didn't want him to die on a surgery table in a room of strangers. I'd rather let him go in a room full of family. I'm not sure if I made the right decision though. My step mom really started showing her true colors after his death though. I found out that my dad tried visiting me and my sisters but my dad was going blind so he couldn't drive and my step mom wouldn't take him. I just wonder what if I had picked up that phone in 5th grade? Would things be different? Is this because of me? It's one of my biggest regrets, not picking up that phone. I just wanna hear his voice one more time without screaming preferably.Yes, he wasn't the best dad but I still love him.