On the Occasion of 6 Years of Being Dad-lessI don’t have a dad. I used to have one, but I don’t anymore. He’s not dead. And I’m not adopted, but he’s not a part of my life. The world is now vastly replete with Father-to-Daughter epistles imparting wisdom on their young, naive daughters about this cruel world. I wondered, in a world where I never get to hear those words passed to me, what words I would say to my own father if the tables were turned.On the Occasion of 6 Years of Being Dad-less by fartprincess
My dad was a pretty great dad when I was growing up. He stepped in as assistant coach for my soccer team. I attribute my sense of humor to him because he was the most colossal and epic troll of a dad ever. And he did a really good job of raising me to be independent and strong.
So, for many years, I was ashamed to share with the world why he’s not in my life. I feared how people would judge me. I feared that people would think I was crazy. I felt embarrassed. Mostly, I just felt like a victim,