I’ve got some kind of inspiration to write again, after I swore I wouldn’t write my feelings or any actions about it.
Most of my life my dad hasn’t been there. He’s lived in the house, supported us, & Everything, My parents are still married. But all my life living in the town we do now, for 13 years now, I only have three memories with my dad.
Once when we went fishing & he was proud of me for catching a big fish for him to make since I never did like fish.
Second, when we fl und my aunt gone & him covered in tears.
Third; My Quincenera day, only for my father daughter dance & in the morning.
I’ve always counted on my mom, Because ever since the sicth grade I’ve noticed he wouldn’t be there, Not even foe the first time I came out of my shell and danced infront of people. & Now that he actually has time, he either wants to fish or boy stuff. I know I should open up to him, But honestly throughout the years I learned to stick to myself & Get through things without him. I love my dad, yea, But after so long of him not being there when he is needed the most, I’ve kinda learned to not need or want him when I least do.
Nothing will ever be the same.