Confusion

I hate being left in the dark.
Of which I have been so often in what you call a family.
But while my dad was ringing up Mrs Terrill to see how she is, as she is in St Austell hospital, I over heard him say something, to the person on the phone, to explain who he was.
Now I don't know what to think. But now it seems that my own father might have also been responsible for my neglect and abuse.
I wish he would just tell me the truth, I wish he would just think maybe she should know now, as shes nearly an adult.
Maybe I should ask him, but it is so awkward, and I don't want to hurt him. He is the only parent I have.

Also I think I am blogging too often.