My stepfather won’t be winning any Father of the Year awards. He was an habitual adulterer, a tyrant, and an all around excellent example of what a dad should not be. But on this day, Father’s Day, if you put a gun to my head, I could find a couple of reasons to thank him:
- Even though he was a whoremonger, my stepfather came home every night. There’s a certain security that comes from knowing your father will always be there. I was never burdened with the fear of my stepfather abandoning us. Not everybody can say that.
- He was a good provider. My stepfather went to work every day to make sure we had food on the table, a roof over our heads and clothes on our backs. And it wasn’t just the necessities that he gave us. He also tried his best to satisfy the material wants of my mom and I. For that, I am grateful.
As much as I hated my stepfather as a child, I realize now that he was doing the best he knew how to do and as best as he was emotionally capable of doing at the time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough and I still carry the scars. But, in his limited ability, he tried to step up and fill the shoes my biological father left behind, something that hasn’t gone unnoticed.
2 comments:
wow, grizzbabe, nice. my abandonment issues stems from wondering if my dad will come home after whoring around. and he always did, but then the s*** hit the fan when he did.
Sometimes biological fathers aren't any better. We have to remember that they are not perfect. That helps the healing somewhat.
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