My mom married young and had me young. She and my biological dad split when I was 4. She then met my dad who raised me, right away. He was a good daddy. He taught me to tie my shoes, he braided my hair, he painstakingly taught me how to ride a two-wheeled bike. He could be very harsh and hard to understand, but all in all, he loved me.
I wish I could say the same of my bio dad. My mom lied to me for many years, taking all the blame for their break up and his lack of involvement in my life. And I believed her until I got married.
When he declared he couldn’t come up for my wedding, even when my soon to be hubby offered to buy his plane ticket. He didn’t want to come…to his only child’s wedding. Did you catch that? Only.
That’s when it dawned on me that my mom had been lying to me my entire life…she said it was her fault he wasn’t in my life, but it wasn’t. He could have chosen to be involved, to be a dad, but instead he chose to live several states away, never writing or calling.
He’s never made any effort to see any of my three beautiful girls. He’s never called to thank me for sending pictures or ask how they are. They are his only grandchildren, and they know nothing of him.
And you know what I realized slowly, over the years, he doesn’t love me. And it is nothing I have done or haven’t done, it just is. He doesn’t love me. He has always loved his pets fiercely so maybe if I had four legs, I would be worthy of his love, but as a biped, I am worthy of nothing. Absolutely, none of his love.
I could tell you it’s okay. I could tell you I have love from many other people, and I do, but that doesn’t make up for it.
I watch how my hubby loves his daughters, fiercely, daily, constantly. It is beautiful and I am so glad they have that–so glad. But sometimes it just serves to remind me what I don’t have from the man who is supposed to be my dad. It’s gone, maybe it was never there, but it sure won’t be returning.
It doesn’t matter how old you are, it stinks to realize you biological father doesn’t love you.