no calls for my bdays
No shows in life.
no family pictures with you either..
but I guess that’s alright.
I use to get sad knowing the other person that created my sister and I doesn’t want anything to do with us. I still get bothered but sad.. nah not no more.
I never understood the broken promises or lies. I never understood how he could make the woman who had his kids cry. I wonder if he knew that I cried too.. wonder if he cared.
Did I even cross his mind?
Instead of engaging in the dad like convos , I would remove myself from the room. I was so embarrassed that I wasn’t wanted. Why didn’t mine love me. I didn’t get to share those same experiences. I was fatherless.
the sad lil thing I never mentioned to anyone is that even though my mom was enough and handled things great, I still needed and longed for the other parent.