This is my story and thoughts
Growing up, I never really had a good father. He had his own issues and was a rude guy. He would hit my mom, yell, almost unlived her, and pushed her into a cabinet. However, I have had some good father figures. Some who I really love are my grandpa Jim, who has taken me to many doctor’s appointments as a kid. Watching him work with wood was fun. Another good father figure was one of my favorite uncles, named Walter. He always said I was a beautiful young lady and took me to places like to see Beauty and the Beast musical, Point Pelee National Park, John Park Homestead, Jack Miner Park, and to his house too. He also gave me loonies and toonies every time I saw him. Both him and my grandfather passed away from cancer, and I miss them.
Another good father figure was my sister’s ex-boyfriend. I used to go to their house every weekend and summer, and go camping with them. He can have a temper sometimes, but he was a good guy and never hurt me. I still had fun with my nieces and nephew.
My mom had boyfriends over the years, most of whom were horrible. One guy hit me for no reason, leaving me red, and yelled and other things to me. I have PTSD from it. Another would yell and hit my cat named Rusty. One seemed to hate when I was around, and I would cry for my mom’s attention because I really didn’t want to share her.
But one guy was really nice. He never hit me or was rude. He is a sweet guy, and he has two daughters, so I think that helped me realize he would not hurt me, as he never laid a hand on his kids.
He took me to doctor’s appointments and camping, and he even let me have a dog, Buster the pug. He liked my cats, Buddy and Angel, and I’m grateful for him. Sadly, he and her broke up after being together for 10 years. He is still in our lives as we talk and see him sometimes.
Now, let’s get to the point as to why Father’s Day makes me sad. It brings a mix of sadness and anger all at the same time. I always wanted to be a daddy’s little princess and have a dad teach me how to work with wood and do fun things like go on 4-wheelers. I wanted to have daughter-dad days where we would go shopping, enjoy nature, drive around backroads, and take photos together. My mom did a lot for me growing up, taking me to many doctor’s appointments, making sure we had a roof over our heads, and putting food on the table. She also allowed me to have pets. Without her and my pets, I don’t know where I’d be. Additionally, I was sick as a baby, and she never gave up on me or gave me away. So, I celebrate my mom on this day, even though I still wish I had a dad. I am grateful for my mom.
I used to be jealous of kids with their dads, especially girls. I would say, “I wish I had a dad,” or “I wish I was her.” Seeing photos of people with their dads made me sad. However, as I got older, I became grateful to have my mom. And I love her .
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