I guess some people would say I am pretty fortunate to have to Dads, sometimes I think its more of a curse than some sort of luck.
Dad #1: My biological father, the one who gave me life, who helped raise me, or at least tried to help raise me until I was about 10 years old, than would be part of my life off and on for the following 8 years of my life. He is mostly inconsiderate, knows how to manipulate people into believing that he is this wonderful guy, when in all reality he's not.
Dad #2: My moms boyfriend, not even my step-father, just this guy, the best father figure I have ever known. The one who helps my mom raise us, help pay the bills to keep us alive and happy. The guy who is willing to put himself on the line for me, the one who wants to teach me, and will do anything just to know I'm alright. My hero.
So for the last 8 years I have had these two dads, well, more or less one dad, one guy I got the occasional phone call from, and for 3 years, the occasional letter from prison. Two guys some 800 miles or so apart, both of them I love dearly. Anyways my point is, I think about things all the time, and I start to wonder, who is going to be my "dad" during this event or that event in my life. How am I going to explain to people I meet that I have these two dads, because my mom and her boyfriend aren't even married. I just worry about hurting my real dad's feeling when it comes to my wedding when I ask some guy who is not even blood related to me, or even by marriage to walk me down the isle, to have that father daughter dance with me. How do I explain this to the guy who gave me life.
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