This is directed at the part of me that hates everything I do.

Fuck you I am a parent. I am their parent. I am their father. I may not have fucked them into being, but I do think about them every day. I stay up late doing dishes and laundry so they can have a clean house. I get up early to get their very unhappy butts out of bed and make them lunch before walking with them and their mother to school. I deal with wet bed sheets and bad dreams. I worry that they are growing up to be good people. I buy them candy bars just to see them happy. I deal with the back talk and hurt feelings. I am their god damn mother fucking father and there isn't a fucking thing you can do about it so shut the fuck up.