“It takes a strong man to accept somebody else’s children, and step up to the plate another man left on the table.”
Father’s Day has never been one of my favorite days. The strained relationship my Dad and I had for over 31 years, forced me to walk away because it was simply better for me. In order to survive in life, I had to walk away from the poison that had flooded my head for so long. But please don’t feel sorry for me because I don’t have a father in my life. Trust me. It’s for the better. My life is so much more amazing today without him, than it would be with him still a part of it.
I used to hate him. I used to be so angry at him, that I used to wish he would die so that he wouldn’t hurt me anymore. Then one day he got real sick and was in the hospital. And I still secretly wished he would die. But he didn’t.
As the days and weeks and months go by, I find myself less and less affected by not having a Dad around. It sometimes makes it difficult to know how to interact with other Dads, and I sometimes get a little emotional when I see the overjoyed faces of those so happily involved with their Dad’s. Then I remember that it’s not a contest of who has the better Dad. It’s life. And everyone’s is different.
Happy Father’s Day to all my Daddy readers. You’re amazing people and deserve more than just one day of recognition.
Now go have a beer, Daddies!