So on Tuesday I had surgery to get something to bed from my knee that had been floating around. I'd told my father about this, he is remarried and I haven't lived with him since I was 5, and then I told my friend group and a couple classmates. My friends all asked me about it afterwards, asking if I was okay and even one of my classmates asked if I was okay. My father? He did not. Eventually I ended up calling him and we started having a conversation on the phone, while I'm literally sitting on the hospital and he starts telling me about how he thinks he broke a finger and then he asks me how I am so I just go, "I'm okay I guess. Just had the thing removed from my knee." And he was like "Oh... Did it go well?" Like the dude had legit forgotten about it. My friends and a chick I talk to like once a week remembered but my father forgot. Says a lot about how much I mean to him:)