You never came to see me, and I can't hang onto the hope that one day you will. It's hard saying goodbye to someone, but I've already grieved the loss of my father once when I was ten years old.
I have my father to the fatherless. <3 He's the one who kept me safe when I was in the middle of my depression. He's the one who kept me from becoming a pregnant teen mother. He surrounded me with good people and helped me realize how much I love working with children.
He was there when the divorce happened. He stayed with me when I had no one else to rely on; when I was a confused and frightened little girl.
When I became depressed in high school, he was with me on those dark midnight walks. He kept the old man who locked me in his truck from touching me. When I jumped out of a moving vehicle and ran away from my family, members from his family found me and brought me back home.
I have an awesome God. In the end I wouldn't trade anything that's happened to me because through all of these struggles, self-doubting, and wishing there was a dad in my life, I got to know the Lord.
Like I said, I'm open to having coffee and getting caught up with you, but please don't message me to blame the people I love and care about for what happened back then; I already know their side of the story. I've heard it my whole life. You need to stop pretending to know what my mother was thinking when she took my brother and I and ran from the drunk violent man living in our house.
· Wed Jan 30, 2013 @ 08:02am · 0 Comments