Father's day

It's a week late, but I truly hate father's day and all the gaudy commercials with it. I do have a living father, but it's like I've grown up without one, we still aren't close, never have been and never will. And all that sickly sweet daddy this and daddy that stuff just makes me want to cry, to mourn what could've been with a different father. A father who's not a stranger. He never really gave a shit about anything but drinking, sleeping covered with the newspaper and his whores. No games, no father-daughter bond, no fun outings, no teaching me to drive and DIY, no styling my hair, none of those daddy's little princess things. Maybe it's not a surprise that I married a man 21 years older than me but making sure he's NOTHING like my father neither personality, nor looks wise. To be honest, he (my husband I mean) is the only man whose touch and proximity I can tolerate. Anyone else, daddy dearest included, makes me tense and nervous.

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anonymous Home June 22, 2025 at 8:03 am 0 0