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I don't know what it's like, to wake up one morning, excited to tell him of the crazy dream you had, and walk in to find that he's walked out for good. I don't know what it's like, to spend your free time, trying to search for a man you thought just left you on a curb, and see that he didn't know you exist. I don't know what it's like, to lose the man you could have sworn was invincible, and wake up every morning with such uncontrollable grief. I don't know what it's like, to have a dad that you can count on day in and day out to be there to support you for every little struggle in life. I do know what it's like, to have a father who spends his free time with beer, and yells and emphasizes his point by pushing people around. I do know what it's like, to be told that you'll never amount to anything from the only person you have to support anything you do. I do know what it's like, to find your own family and make a life for yourself even though you still go home every night living in fear. I do know what it's like, to leave the man that was the cause of so much pain, and to live with the memories still trying to move forward. I do know what it's like, to think that this day is pointless.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Father's day.
I don't know what it's like, to wake up one morning, excited to tell him of the crazy dream you had, and walk in to find that he's walked out for good. I don't know what it's like, to spend your free time, trying to search for a man you thought just left you on a curb, and see that he didn't know you exist. I don't know what it's like, to lose the man you could have sworn was invincible, and wake up every morning with such uncontrollable grief. I don't know what it's like, to have a dad that you can count on day in and day out to be there to support you for every little struggle in life. I do know what it's like, to have a father who spends his free time with beer, and yells and emphasizes his point by pushing people around. I do know what it's like, to be told that you'll never amount to anything from the only person you have to support anything you do. I do know what it's like, to find your own family and make a life for yourself even though you still go home every night living in fear. I do know what it's like, to leave the man that was the cause of so much pain, and to live with the memories still trying to move forward. I do know what it's like, to think that this day is pointless.
I may have a real dad, still alive, but he is not my father. To all the people out there who have been father figures to me, I appreciate everything you have ever done for me. Appreciate a father today, but remember that it doesn't HAVE to be your own.
whereisandy
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30/Gender Nonconforming/American
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
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