Conflicting emotions
As I stood there and listen to my Dad take the marriage vows. I listened to him pledge his life and heart to a woman that much of my family did not meet until the wedding day. I listened to the reverend, who was a real nice guy, talk about how marriage is meant to be a lifelong commitment. All I wanted to do was scream.
I always assumed that my Dad was just someone who was not supposed to be married. And I was a happy accident of the 15 years he spent with my mother. He spent 15 years with one woman, was miserable, never really wanted a child, but got one; then left without so much as a second thought. Then, out of nowhere, he brings this woman into my life whom I have no idea about and completely unravels all the assumptions that I have built my relationship with my father on.
It has always been: He just isn't the type to be married.
Now the opperative question is: What the fuck was wrong with the family you left you asshole.
But he's happy. They're golfing in South Carolina right now.
Christmas will be interesting.
I always assumed that my Dad was just someone who was not supposed to be married. And I was a happy accident of the 15 years he spent with my mother. He spent 15 years with one woman, was miserable, never really wanted a child, but got one; then left without so much as a second thought. Then, out of nowhere, he brings this woman into my life whom I have no idea about and completely unravels all the assumptions that I have built my relationship with my father on.
It has always been: He just isn't the type to be married.
Now the opperative question is: What the fuck was wrong with the family you left you asshole.
But he's happy. They're golfing in South Carolina right now.
Christmas will be interesting.