and got my beloved stepchildren to suddenly, inexplicably cut me off.
I can relate. I came into the life of my oldest daughter when she was 2 years old. I've been the only father she's ever known. I've loved her as my own. She has washed her hands of me, after being 'schooled' and encouraged to do so by her mother. It breaks my heart daily.
Me, too. When it overwhelms me I think two things: "They are in pain, too," and "they'll be back." They are. They will.
Twice - years ago - when co-workers were debating the + vs. - of raising boys vs. girls, I chimed in with, "Well, I had my first daughter when she was fourteen! And her first words were, 'I don't like (Gardener)!'" But how we grew to love each other!
Stepson, 32 blew me away in a heart-to-heart one month after the bomb by saying, "I've always thought of you as my real father." Not "just like a father," but "Like my real father." I broke down.
And you came into your stepdaughter's life when she was two? You truly are her father. She'll be back.
They'll be back. Period. My mantra. My heartfelt belief.
Originally Posted By: antlers
How are you doing G?
Good, thanks. Working my tail off six, six and a half days a week temporarily to catch up and keep some wolves away from the door. The fact that X went legal on me when I took in a boarder to ensure there will still be a house to sell and split proceeds and got 53% of the rent (retroactively: when the house sells) just blows me away. Thank you, X. Thank you, state of CT.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
