Small Rant

I play with my daughter and listen to her giggle and squeal and wonder why my father did not want to play with me. What was so wrong? I know in my head that he is the one that had the problem not me; but when I think about this stuff I feel unbelievably insecure and worthless. I look into my daughter's eye's and see the love and caring that she has for me and wonder what he did not see in me. He always called me disturbed and said I needed mental help from day one.