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I suppose I'm being harsh, but I am upset, and not an adult. My mother has been divorced twice. Her first marriage was to my father and I can't even remember them being married. Her second husband was pretty much my dad. He was twice the father my real dad was. Anyway thats the back ground, as you can tell I don't care to much for my father.
Well today my step-mother sent my little sister Jaime and my little brother Jake to my house. Not that its a long walk but you have to walk a crossed a real road. There only in elementary school... But thats not even the half of it, the last time I heard from my father was a month ago.
He's bi-polar and I don't think can handle it, he's not on any medication but he should be. He's a wreck. Any way he came to visit not me but my mother, he looked horrible. The reason he was visiting my mother was so he could show her he was sick... He didn't really talk much to me, just told me he was ill, and that was because my mother wasn't home.
Before that visit I hadn't heard from him since maybe, no not Christmas, maybe my birthday. I'm not sure but it had been a really long time. I wish he would at least call once in a while check in on me you know, like a father. No I once in a blue moon get a visit, a short one, an hour at the most. I would like a lunch outing just me and him, or not even that. I'd take a walk in the park or even just a weekly, no monthly phone call. But I suppose that to much to ask.
Where was I oh yeah about today. So I go to the door and it's them my little siblings, I'm not sure what to do... I felt awkward, I talked to them for a bit but there little so there's not much I can talk about. So My little sister tells me there going to on a family trip tomorrow, and she invites me to spend the night, and to come with them on the trip. I'm not saying it wasn't a nice jester but i would of appreciated my FATHER asking me to go not my little sister. Oh did I mention I found out my great grandparents were in town to they had been for a week. I wasn't told until today.
Well I might of went but my mother wasn't home and I had no way of contacting her, plus my brother from my mother was home, and I was babysitting.
Maybe I have no right to complain others have it worst, and can play the pity me game better, but I'm still upset. I should be shouldn't I?
Lesson of the Day: "sometimes it easier to be angry, then sad..."
A-Jen-Duh · Sun Aug 16, 2009 @ 06:45am · 0 Comments |
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