You know all those posts about the absence of my father?
You know all those posts about how I'd love for him to be a part of my life, to know me, to know my kids, to be proud of me?
Yeah.
The thing is, it's been so long. There's been so many disappointments, so many empty promises, unspoken expectations that all have fallen. Crashing down to the ground.
He seems to come around just enough to make me think, maybe this time, he will realize how great we are, the kids and I. Maybe just this time he will realize his mistakes in not taking a more active roll in the past twenty years. Maybe just this time. It will be different.
My Dad came to Bubba's game last weekend, he SAID he'd be at this Saturday's game.
I saw the hurt in my "step-mom's" posture when after the game Bubba was standing there and my step dad (who is very active in our lives) walked up and I said, "Hey Bubba there's grampy!" Her shoulders slumped and she looked over to my Dad for his reaction.
I don't even know what to have my kids refer to him as, it's all so awkward.
Hey kids, here's your "grandpa", just doesn't seem right. There's nothing GRAND about his PA-ing.
Meh. Maybe this will be like all the other times...a few attempts and then he'll be done.
*AAARRRGGGHHH*
I know, I'm all whine whine boo hiss.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Becareful what you wish for...
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