Why would I love my father? He left and took no part in my upbringing; it is because of his selfishness and unacceptable behavior — as well as the missteps my mother has made — that I was forced to grow up in an unstable, fatherless household. There is nothing that can excuse what he did, even if my mother is also a responsible party; admittedly, she has made many mistakes as well, and her behavior around the time I was born was not perfectly rational, nor could one meaningfully say she had the child's best interest in her mind at the time.
My estranged father has not made any serious attempt to reconnect with me, nor has he helped my mother at all in raising me. Instead, he started another family and tended to my half-siblings, completely disregarding the path of destruction he has left in his wake. My mother, while not perfect — and certainly an individual worthy of contempt in many regards — at least made the effort to raise me, even if in a poor manner that left me debilitated. I would not say I hate nor love her, but my relationship with her would best be described as ambivalent, which is certainly better than my nonexistent relationship with my father. They both behaved in an impetuous, negligent, and foolhardy manner — and because of their stupidity, I now suffer.
Ultimately, all of this could have been avoided if interracial relationships were condemned, and if a proper patriarchal structure that emphasizes wedlock was in place; alas, the damage is already done.