When I was really little...

Dad would make plans to come get me...

So I'd get dressed up...

Usually in some frilly dress, white frilly socks and black shiny shoes...

And I'd wait for him...

And wait for him...

And wait for him...

And he'd never show up...

He'd bee too drunk or stoned to have remembered...

And then I'd cry...

After years of trying to be who I thought my dad wanted me to be (a clone of him) I gave up trying to get his attention ( Read more... )

I'll never forget my stepmom, Tina, on Christmas ( Read more... )

I always felt like an outsider at my dad's place. The girls had rooms in the basement, but my every other weekend bedroom was upstairs next to dad and Tina's bedroom. It was often used for laundry and storage, so when I would go over they would try to clean it off for me, but it was never MY bedroom... it was just a spare bedroom ( Read more... )

When I was younger, my dad bought us girls an old VW Rabbit for Easter one year. It didn't run, or anything but we had fun playing with it. We would pretend to drive (and stripped all the gears in the process) or climb all over the thing...  We had a lot of fun just playing on it ( Read more... )

Dear Daddy ( Read more... )

Well... decent Easter anyway ( Read more... )

So... Red moved things around so that we're seeing his son and his parents Easter morning and going to my dad's in the evening. While I'm touched that he would rearrange his whole schedule so that I was able to see my sisters, I am a bit worried about him meeting Dad ( Read more... )

I grew up Catholic... Southern Catholic. I don't mind Easter with its bunnies, chocolate and complete neglect for the whole Jesus concept that it's supposed to be based off of. What I do mind is that for 2 years I've gotten the advantage of my parents doing Easter and Vaun's mom did Ostara (this year it was March 20th)... so we didn't have to ( Read more... )

Dear Daddy ( Read more... )