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my
dad's always been distant. even after the divorce when I was three and
my mom, sister and I were still living in the same state as the rest of
our family, I've only got a few memories with him, but not really of him
if that makes any sense. once we moved when I was 7, I got cards
and calls, and then the calls waned, and I got cards only on the major
holidays. for most of my growing up I didn't talk to him. I tried to get
to know him later, when I started college. he was always kinda
spaced out, like he wasn't really there/ listening, and when he'd talk
he'd just go on about conspiracy theories...he barely grunted when I
told him I had a boyfriend.
the strangest part is, despite the
distance, we're exactly alike. we're both kinda lazy, we both get angry
easily, both terrified of flying, and about a million other little
mannerisms and speech patterns. So I get him. I get it. and I don't hate
him, but I just don't know him and I don't think there will ever be a
place for him in my life.
I do have an awesome stepdad who drives
trains and can text and taught me nearly everything I know about
nature. and I have a boyfriend with heart of gold, so I think I came out
pretty good considering. |