They say that you can blame who you are and how you behave on your environment. I'm not the closets in the world to my father and there's a lot that I could say to him. However, I don't think he would understand either why I felt the need to say them or what I said might hurt him. So I was just wondering if you could say one thing to your father what would it be?I think I would say...You never REALLY paid attention.
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8 comments:
i hope i made u proud because u are an amazing man! that's what i'd say....
Mine never did too...I will never do that to my own..i could never pass on that trend
"Even with your limitations, I truly do believe you did your best... as a man, and as a father. I love you."
One.
To my real father: Our relationship could have been much different. Though you thought I would be weak, your disbelief in my abilities and absence actually made me strong.
To my stepfather: THANK YOU for stepping in and being an example. You loved my mother with her two kids UNCONDITIONALLY and ended up having four of your own with her. BRAVO.
Where were you? Why did you let her convince you that I didn't need you? I did and still do! I make horrible choices in men looking for love that I should have got from you. I am damaged.
To my stepfather: I hate you You KNOW what you did.
I'm truly blessed because I was close to my father even when he didn't always understand my lifestyle or choices in my life. He passed a few years ago, but if I could say something to him it would be "Thank you for being you, I love you."
During my grandma's stay in the hospital, my mom told me something about my father I never knew. It pretty much broke my heart. It gave me a right to be angry with my mother----maybe even my grandmother.
My father loved me! HE LOVED ME! The story is complicated. What I can say is that it wasn't his intention to not be a full part of my life; there were factors, a lot of factors, that prevented him from being there for me. Sadly, before I could ever get to know him, he died.
Many a month ago, I had a dream about my deceased dad. Prior to the dream, I was wondering if he would have "loved" me. There were things I was wondering about him and me.
In the dreamed he held me in his arms as a father to a beloved son he was proud of. Even now, I have yet to forget that dream. It stays with me refusing to leave and be forgotten as any other dream I have had.
I love you dad!
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