So my dad left my family a couple months ago and to this day we have little to no contact with him. It was rumored by my uncles (his brother and cousin) that he had another woman and that is why he left. My parents were already divorced for about a year when he moved away. And I dont mind him leaving to recreate his life with someone else -to be happy - but what hurt me the most is that he left us without a say. Especially leaving my little sister behind...growing up without a father really sucks. And it breaks my heart that HE who promised me would never leave or hurt us went against his word and hurt us. All this crap started years ago when we found my mom cheating on my dad. She laughed in our faces. I hated her for so long that I went out of MY way without anyones recommendation to start going to therapy. I really didnt like that I hated my mom and that I held in so much. After therapy I realized that I had so much more to take into consideration in regards to my mom. She had a horrible mother who she doesnt talk to because she was a disappointment to my grandma and my grandpa was a man whore with women all over the place. My mom is my inspiration and I love her to death! I am so happy I took these therapy sessions. My dad on the other hand lived a nice life with his family-a loving family. When all this stuff went down, my family broke to pieces. We nearly lost the house, we had our cars taken away, my sister left to college. And I felt so alone... My dad was there to care for my little sister and I. And he used to be so different. He used to never miss church...he would always encourage us to go. Now he has changed completely. I am just so afraid to one day get a call that he is gone. He is not living in the best conditions, or in a safe area. He is sick and needs medication but refuses to return home...the city at least not back with my mom. But he doesnt want to. I tell him Im worried but he tells me not to be worried when he cant even afford money for gas or his $20 phone bill. I just really dont want to ever get that phone call. Knowing that these past couple of months I havent spoken to him, havent seen him...and that my little sister is growing up without a father. I remember when my family was once a family. I really miss it...and I cant speak to anyone about it because it just bums me out and I hate being bummed out...I cant even express it to my boyfriend. When I talk about it, people dont understand how it feels yet they try to relate to it. Like no! You come from a FAMILY. What I have is a broken family...one that is barely holding on. Emotionally and financially. Comment: ucdavisconfessions/confessions/25094/comments/new Flag: ucdavisconfessions/confessions/25094
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 11:26:39 +0000