Sunday, 19 June 2011
My dad is a piece of s#!t. I didn't know he was, though, until I was about 27 years old and my mother decided to divorce him and unload all the skeletons she had piled up in the closet onto my sister and I over the course of 2 years and a HORRIBLE rebound situation all at the same time.
While I resented her for telling us all the things she did, I find myself 11 years later, understanding things about myself that I didn't before I knew what I was raised around - what genetic baggage was passed down to me and what "generational sin I was going to be cursed with" (her words, not mine).
Up until about 3 weeks ago, my drug addict dad was living in my garage with his little white fluff of joy, Sofie the Maltese, after I had run into him walking her down Main Street, USA in town here, just a mile from my office one random day. Today he is missing in action and I haven't seen or heard from him in weeks.
Tomorrow being Father's Day and my husband gone with our kids on a camping trip, I'm at home and decided to surprise Mr. Shann with something he's been wanting for a long time now.
I hung it above his dresser. Next to his dresser is our bed and these two pictures above our bed. The one says "Music is what feelings sound like" and the other is something I made a while back with a picture I got printed.
He saw that picture a long time ago when we were out shopping one day and we didn't buy it because we thought it was too expensive. Well, the several other times we returned to that place, they didn't have the picture. It's been months since we've seen that picture and I even looked online for it for weeks and couldn't find it. I was pretty thrilled when I saw it last night and then hung it first thing this afternoon when I woke up.
I also put these up around this picture in the entry way of my house...
The colors match a monogram B that I have over the fireplace that I got at the Kirkland Home Store. Who doesn't love that place? OMG. I'm trying to stay busy, trying not to think about what a piece of s#!t I have for a father and at the same time rejoice that my children have such an awesome man for a Dad.
I thanked Mr. Shann for giving me such an awesome son in a card I got that pretty much says "I know I'm a mad, naggy ass bitch all the time, but it's only because I'm mad about you". It fit so perfectly. He deserves to not be able to feed the kids for a week, to have a nice surprise to come home to one day/weekend/week a year.
Mr Shann is a good man.
I'm glad I didn't follow in my mother's footsteps in picking a Dad for my kids.
Happy Fathers Day to all the dads out there who aren't pieces of s#!t. You deserve a good day tomorrow. If you're a piece of s#!t dad and your daughter turns out to be like me (heh), that's punishment enough. I don't need to wish anything worse upon you. Hope your day sucks as bad as you do.