My father and I got along famously while I was growing up. He and my mother played "Good Cop, Bad Cop" and he was always, without exception, the Good Cop. He was the parent that played games with us, took us out for ice cream, took us to play mini golf, took us to the movies, taught us how to swim, went out in the ocean with us. My mother was the
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Well written... well done... and best to you in this.
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But as I grew older and realized he never wanted to do anything I suggested, only ever wanted to do anything on "his weekends" (meaning if a band concert, theater performance, softball game, etc. fell on "his weekend", he wouldn't go), it started to dawn on me that he was really not well.
His drug and alcohol problem didn't help either.
I made it to about 30 I decided to make that break. I'm happier for it, but part of me still misses him.
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Yes, exactly. The custody agreement he had with my mother was that he would get every other weekend and they'd alternate holidays. If a band concert, theater performance, softball game, etc. fell when it wasn't "his weekend", he wouldn't go because it wasn't "his weekend".
He paid child support to my mother, but that was it. Nothing extra. So any huge things that came up, any field trips anyone went on with school, etc., he refused to spend a dime on.
It's hard, and I still miss him sometimes. But I had to put myself first, something I really, really struggle with, and cut him out of my life. I'm healthier and happier for it, most days.
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Thank you. :)
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I can understand why that would have been the final straw, with all of those years of complaining that two children with health issues don't visit more (i.e., pay homage to his role as a father) when he made no effort to get rid of the health risk for them. Money, now THAT was a motivator. :(
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