Thursday, August 20, 2015

Father's day

I hate Father's day.

There, I admired it. It's meant to be a day of celebrating your daddy, the man you looked up to from when you were a little girl. You were the princess and he was your king. It's not like that anymore though, he's not my king, and he never will be.

My father is not nice, he looks nice, he sounds nice, and he has a loving family. I'm not a part of that though and sometimes i am very glad about that.

When I was little I thought he was amazing, strong enough to give airplanes and piggybacks and smart enough to fix the computer when it broke. I was daddy's girl, my first word was "dada" and i felt much closer to him then to my mum.

Then he left and moved in with my grandad for awhile because he and mum were having some apart time, and then on Father's day he moved to the other side of the country to be with his new family. The one that I thought must be better then ours because otherwise he would have stayed.

I saw something on Facebook the other day and it really rang true for me, it was " Here's to the dads who bruised their daughter's hearts before any boy could" and all I can say to that is, good on ya dad. I hope your proud.