For the last fourteen years I’ve thought that Michael was my dad. I love him more than I can find words to express even though were not really close and he’s had long term relationships with two different woman ,separately, that he lived with and played the role of husband and wife, even though vows were never spoken, each of these relationships have ended in a break-up and he’s now living with my me-ma, his mother, because she had a stroke and cant walk, talk, or move her left arm., and his sister who takes care of her wile he’s at work. We’ve never been close and I’ve never really felt totally at ease with him. I know he’d never hurt me, or let anyone else hurt me but I never feel like im good enough and im always trying to make him proud and I never feel like it does any good. He never calls me or comes to see me unless I ask him to. He’s never there when I want him to be, but he’s always there when I need him to be. If I ever need money, he gives it to me. Clothes, hell take me shopping. School supplies, he’ll buy them etc. Six months ago I found out that even though he’s been there all my life, we weren’t blood related. He wasn’t my biological dad. That didn’t really bother me. Blood doesn’t make a family, feelings do. That’s my opinion anyway. The problem is that now that he knows I know the secret they, my mom and him, have kept all my life he comes around even less that the minisclue times he did before. I just really wish he’d come around more. How do I make him see that I still need him, now more than ever before. Even though there’s another person trying to play the dad role in my life? I don’t want to lose him. I love him.
2006-10-11
13:54:44
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