This weekend, most people will be celebrating Father’s Day, a day we give props to Dad’s for the great job they do all year round. My husband, the father of my children, is one of those Great Dads. He not only provides for all their material needs, but he gives of himself & is very active in their everyday lives, despite working long hours. For that, I am thankful.
I cannot say the same about my own father. Looking back, he really wasn’t involved in my life-despite sharing the same home with me growing up. He was a good provider-went to work everyday…but that was about it. He did not interact with me very much. Never really asked how my day went, you know, all the typical father/daughter stuff. Turns out, there was nothing “typical” about him.
Most people do not know this, but I have not spoken to my father in almost two years. A few years ago, I found out everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. The person I thought he was- was a lie. I found out he had done something so heinous, that I could no longer speak to him. I could no longer allow him to be part of my life, or my children’s lives.
One day very soon, I will devote a whole post to what he did-but not today. Today I just want to say that it’s all right if you don’t celebrate your father on Father’s Day. You’re not a bad person, especially if you have a valid reason. You’re not alone- I know what it feels like to be let down by the one person in your life that should never let you down, never hurt you, never hurt the ones you love.
This Father’s Day, I celebrate all the Dads out there that are worthy of celebration. My father is NOT one of them.
