 
 Yes, I still take care of the man that I thought 
 was my father, absolutely, because number one, 
 my mother asked me to. Because she loved him, 
 and secondly as terrible as he was and as horrible 
 as he was, he never once left us. We were never 
 hungry, and every time he'd go to work all week 
 he'd bring all the money home, so in return I'm 
 giving him what he gave to me.
  I had shelter. I had food. He has shelter. 
 A pretty nice shelter, and any food that he 
 wants to eat. But also what I miss from him being 
 in relationship is also what he's missing from me 
 now so he doesn't have everything. 
 He has what's easy.
