A family gone to shreads?

Dear, Readers

Well yesterday was an interesting topic, but today I'm going to let you all into my life a little more than yesterday. You see every teenager, young adult has problems with their family. Whether it be age difference when it comes to opinions, sibling rivalry, divorced families with kids going back and forth, kids not feeling like they belong because their parents keep fighting over things that have to do with them, knowing one parent or both have said that they don't want you, feeling like a burden, not being accepted just because you are like one of your parents more so than the other, or not being accepted because your gay/lesbian/bisexual instead of being straight. We kids of today have a lot more going on than the few things I listed. For me almost everyone will be able to relate to my story in one way or another. My life is as follows, easy.....WRONG! I hate complaining and crying two things I find to be weakness in myself. Well, my father has told me to have a nice life........I'm the girl everyone turns to for advice, comfort, shoulder to cry on, and someone who will deal with your fights for you. To say the least I have been the mother figure for sooooo many of my friends and some of my family too. So to have my father yet again pull at the wounds he has already left in my heart and make them unbearable with words and things that should remain unsaid were said, and then to pull out everything he can and compulsively lie about my mother, my grandfather and my dead grandmother whom he never knew, and my other grandfather whom he never cherished and I loved more than he ever could. My father may love me more than anyone in the entire world, but, that does not make up for everything he has missed in my life, all the pain he does not even realize he has caused, all the therapy he has put my mother through, the things I had to live without because he refused to pay full child support, the damage he caused between me and my family on his side whom now because of him apparently wants nothing to do with me, a worthless, idiotic, bastardly, white trash, bisexual whore, poet/writer failure of a mutt..... Well I may be a block of stone, but, underneath I am as breakable as the smallest, thinnest twig terrified of being stepped on and being broken.So to my readers I want your opinion on if you think I should ever forgive my father or if I should forget about him and move on with my life?