“I’m getting the battery replaced in my pacemaker on Monday” ….”that’s great good luck” … Since that day after you have yet to say one word to me. You have yet to ask me how it went and if I was ok or even a simple I love you. I’m your daughter, your blood. How is it that a man that’s not even my biological father can come with me to the hospital and spoil me the day before my surgery and comfort me when I was freaking out about it but my own father can go 4..5 days without checking up on me & have the nerve to say you was worried about me! You don’t care. But your pretending you do….