I have a wonderful father. He's helped me to grow into the successful, independent young woman I am today.
This Father's Day, however, is different from past ones. This year marks the first year I have not seen my dad on Father's Day, but it will probably not be the last. This year, he is on vacation. With his wife, my stepmother. And, with her two sons, my step brothers.
I had a point when I started writing this. But now I honestly don't remember what it is. I wish I could see my dad today. He moved on. Met someone else. Got married to someone else. Is a father figure to someone else. But he was my dad first. In an entirely selfish way, that gives me the right to see him on Father's Day over anyone else.
I remembered. My point is, I'm angry. I'm angry with my father. I'm angry that he chose to be away from his two children on Father's Day. I'm angry.
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