You told me

You always told me since I was born, that I had a no good dad.

You told me, he was worthless.

You told me, that if I ever needed anything, you'd get it for me and to never count on my dad.

In your eyes, he was worthless, a no good dad, and just could never count on him.

But in my eyes, I see him differently.

True, I don't see him much but that's fine with me.

He has gotten things for me and still does a little.

He at least shows me that he cares about me.

I have much more respect for him than you.

You have no good reason why I don't always see you.

But he does, he doesn't live in the same town as us and you've basically tried to keep him out of my life.