It all started when my parents got divorced the day I was brought home from the hospital. Growing up, I used to have family interventions whenever I misbehaved. It was so scary. There were four parents (the biological ones remarried).
& Then there was me .
In the corner.
With no defense.
At one of the meetings, my mom my made me cry so hard that I started to hyperventilate, ran down the hall, and slammed my bedroom door.
You know who came chasing after me?
My daddy
My fucking daddy. He was my best friend. My true pal. I wouldn't go to friends' sleepovers on his weekends because I wanted to stay by his side. Every other Friday he'd pick me up and we'd stop to rent a movie of my choice. He always gave me the opportunity to choose what I wanted... He would put me in the backseat of his truck and haul me along to work at construction sites where I would entertain myself with coloring books.
D O N T
get. me. started.
on how much I
despised his girlfriends
It got to the point where he hid his relationships from me; until one day, I naively asked why there was a woman's leather jacket hanging on the coat rack. Time flew. He remarried while I was in middle school to a woman who had a son. Next thing I know, her son had children.
Now, My Dad is a Grandpa.
Now, The pictures on display at his house are of his grand kids; & the ones of me have been put away..
Now, he gave my softball mitt to his granddaughter so that they can practice together.
Now, It feels like hes gone...
Now, I look back.. to when he would drop me off at my mom's house after our weekends together & tuck me in bed; recalling that as soon as he'd walk out, I would cry into my pillow.
&&
it simply awes me into silence
to know that I missed him before he even left...
