I hate you. Not in that cute way that one says when someone has just pissed one off but in that cold, icy fire way that makes me want to put a curse on you.
I never liked him. We were passing aquitances at best, but he was my father. Yes, he cheated on his wife and that is despicable, but I didn´t want him dead because of that.
You took him away from his family, knowing exactly what he was, deluding yourself that you could life with it. You couldn´t. You went to your little spa and when you came back you kicked him out and replaced him with another man.
Three months later he killed himself.
I hate you. I hate you so very much.