by Shannon (Texas)
I was fairly young when my parents divorced, six. It was rough on my brother and I. My dad kidnapped me and brought me to court. He asked me to lie about
my mother in hope that he would attain custody, that did not happen.
My parents fought a lot and I even witnessed arguments between my mother and his girlfriends. At one point a shoe was thrown between the two.
My dad did come to my elementary school graduation, but not much else. He was not there when I graduated high schools and He did not give me away when
I got married, my brother did. The tension became worse when he showed up to my brothers wedding and wanted to act like we were one big happy family.
There has always been tension in my life and when I started to date, I had a huge mistrust for men.
Several years ago, my mother passed away and I had to contact him and let him know. This is the first time I had spoken to him in many years. Soon after
he sent a friend request to me on Facebook and I accepted only after several private messages were sent between the two of us. I needed to let him
know how much he hurt me, by missing out on the formative years of my life.
We speak now, but I still keep him at arm length and know that he may have contributed to my DNA, but he has never truly been a Father to me.
