Well, nearly. I won't sugarcoat the fact that I had a lousy father growing up. He may have seemed like a great guy when my mom first married him, but he really disappointed soon after my sister and I were born. He didn't show up to my high school graduation, wedding, or college graduation. That's okay; I've made peace with that and speak to him a couple times year, but by no means have a father-daughter relationship with him.
I've been fortunate enough to have a few 'step-in's' as father-figures in my life. My godfather, Jeff, was the lucky man to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day and give me away.
And then there was my stepdad, Allen, from my 6th grade year to high school graduation. He was there during most of my formative years. We haven't always seen eye to eye at times, but we still keep in touch.
I'm not bitter about the fact that my biological father was just that, a
biological father and nothing more. Not a Daddy by any means. I think the struggles I've faced because of that whole situation have made me stronger and more independent in my life. And it definitely made me have high standards when picking a husband who would be the father to my own children one day. I definitely want for my boys what I never had.
Anyways, not trying to a downer here on the celebratory day of Dads out there everywhere. :)
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