Parentless

On this father’s day, I have no one to say Happy Father’s Day to. It’s sad really, but that’s my reality. It sucks to be an orphan. Ok, well maybe I’m not an orphan per se, but it feels that way. My mother has been dead for almost 10 years and my contact with my father has been minimal for twice that long. I know where he is, but I haven’t made the effort. Mostly because every time I reach out, I get hurt. The last time was my college graduation. He made a big deal about wanting to be there, and then he never showed up. We later learnt that he was walking another daughter down the isle that same weekend. Someone we were not aware of. Supposedly, he has 12 children. My older sister and I were the first and second. Besides my older sister, I really don’t know any of them. One wrote me once asking for money, I never responded. It’s sad really. He never acted like a real father would. In many respects, he was just a sperm donor.

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  1. Well, I wish you Happy Ursula Day instead.
    Celebrate how smart you are & how far you hope to go in your life today. Not that it will replace the feelings you’re feeling, but maybe it will help.

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