museimagination: Go ask your Father.
You know how when you ask a parent something, sometimes they'll say to ask the other? Yes, no, maybe? Like. Something like "go ask your father about it", for, who knows, permission to go to a friend's house or something. Never heard words like that before in my life.
Ah, the constant figure of absence in my life. Never knew him. He bailed out of the relationship back when I was maybe two. So I have no memories of what he looks like--mom never kept any pictures of him, and I don't blame her for it--or what he sounded like, or how he acted. Whatever.
Apparently he kept paying for child support, though. So, unless there was some court order for him to do so-seriously, I don’t know the specifics behind it, if he was just paying because he could or if he legally had to-he must not've been that bad a guy. I'm saying it was a...fairly decent amount. As if we had two parents working after all. I never felt the particular need to ever ask mom about it. She's never felt the particular need to explain it other than that he left. I like to think there was a good reason behind it. But it's probably just a sore spot for her.
She's had other guys, though. Trying to find that Mr. Right all over again, I guess. There was a lot of dating on and off. Not married since, as far as I know, but last I heard, despite her starting to get up in years, she was settling down with a new man. I don't mind that, either. Whatever helps pay the bills. And makes her happy, really. I mean, hey, I wouldn't marry anyone just for money, but come on, my brother and I both went through college. Expensive enough as it is, then there's grad school. Single mother trying to help pay for all that with one job? Two. She went between one and two jobs a lot. Of course, I worked, and so did my brother. Somehow managed all right in the end. With help from our mysterious benefactor.
Where was I? Yeah, so, I figure if she ever plans on making things official, I’m bound to hear word of it.
I know my brother's always had crazy ideas about who our dad could have been. I really don't care. He's just, you know, a stranger. I could pass him on the street, and we'd never know each other. It doesn't matter. Father-son relationships are probably not all that they're cracked up to be, anyway.
Ah, the constant figure of absence in my life. Never knew him. He bailed out of the relationship back when I was maybe two. So I have no memories of what he looks like--mom never kept any pictures of him, and I don't blame her for it--or what he sounded like, or how he acted. Whatever.
Apparently he kept paying for child support, though. So, unless there was some court order for him to do so-seriously, I don’t know the specifics behind it, if he was just paying because he could or if he legally had to-he must not've been that bad a guy. I'm saying it was a...fairly decent amount. As if we had two parents working after all. I never felt the particular need to ever ask mom about it. She's never felt the particular need to explain it other than that he left. I like to think there was a good reason behind it. But it's probably just a sore spot for her.
She's had other guys, though. Trying to find that Mr. Right all over again, I guess. There was a lot of dating on and off. Not married since, as far as I know, but last I heard, despite her starting to get up in years, she was settling down with a new man. I don't mind that, either. Whatever helps pay the bills. And makes her happy, really. I mean, hey, I wouldn't marry anyone just for money, but come on, my brother and I both went through college. Expensive enough as it is, then there's grad school. Single mother trying to help pay for all that with one job? Two. She went between one and two jobs a lot. Of course, I worked, and so did my brother. Somehow managed all right in the end. With help from our mysterious benefactor.
Where was I? Yeah, so, I figure if she ever plans on making things official, I’m bound to hear word of it.
I know my brother's always had crazy ideas about who our dad could have been. I really don't care. He's just, you know, a stranger. I could pass him on the street, and we'd never know each other. It doesn't matter. Father-son relationships are probably not all that they're cracked up to be, anyway.