I felt like posting for all those "fathers" that never were. There are fathers, dads and sperm donors and being the latter isn't always by choice. I had my first daughter by the time I was 16 and to be truthful it wasn't by choice other than the fact I chose to have sex. Her mother was 22 years old and got exactly what she wanted and at the time I didn't really understand the implications that would have on me over the years. The next time I became a father I was still to young, to stupid and again put in a position to either marry a woman with a right hook and be a father or walk away. People judge me all the time about those two instances, say what you will but this is my life and these are the steps I've made. So after the first two daughters I had been a donor for, I ended up finding my love, or so I thought. This new love of mine had a daughter already, she was just about to turn 2 when I fell in love with her and her mother and three years later I gave her a little sister. So here I was 10 years later with two more daughters to add to my brood and what happens? Since you don't know I'll tell you, she (the "love") decided she was done with me and found another. Time goes on and we learn. What I've learned after all this time, fathers aren't nearly as important as mothers. Single mothers are en-vogue, cool or even in some cases super heros because they are the provider. Mothers have found out how to get the respect they have demanded for all these generations, by getting rid of those that shared their glory, praise and child's love.
I make this point on fathers day because it has taken a few for me to realize what has happened. I took years for me to see what the agenda was. What the movement of mothers around the world were doing. In my case I was replaced by a fatter, balder and younger version of a man. Is he going to get all the glory? NO! He'll have his time soon enough but he won't get the glory with my children because he wasn't their sperm donor. He isn't their person to blame, I am. So here I sit on fathers day thinking of the children I brought in to this world who have only been in this world for a few minutes and have already judged me.
Incompetent, Inept, Stupid, Cold, Asshole, Looser, Bastard, Sperm Donor and worst of all by my first name. When your children call you by your first name and officially take away the title of "father" or "dad" that's when you realize you hit rock bottom. I failed with women no matter my age or theirs and that's a pain that never seems to go away.
Happy father's day to all those that aren't, can't be, used to be or had been even if for a moment.
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