i met my father for the first time when i was 13...a couple weeks later, he took me on a trip to europe. that was the worst 2 weeks of my life. he spent the entire time berating me for being overweight, bad at math, and just about anything else he could think of. he would order expensive meals in restaurants, allow me to take a couple bites, and take the whole thing away and throw it in the trash. he was seriously messed up. i called home whenever i could, begging to get help to come home but of course there wasnt much my mom could do. this man was a complete nutcase. even up until he put me on the plane home, he told me i would never see my mom again, just to see me freak out.
the best part is even after this..my MOM wanted him to keep me on a permanent basis! so glad that he disliked me so!!! i found him again a few years ago, on the internet..but he had died back in 2001, oh well. no skin off my nose.
(my mom obviously wasnt so great either)