I have a hard time with father's day. My dad wasn't worth much while I was growing up, and still isn't. He was never around unless he wanted something from us, and seemed to thrive on humiliating me and my brother. My brother was much more forgiving than I am, and when I would explode, he would always hug me and say, Sissy, that's just dad, that's not us......I spoke to him for the first time since 2009 on Christmas day this past year.....and only because my Mom kinda guilted me into calling him. She says I should at least try to be friendly to him, and that I will regret not at least trying to have some sort of relationship with him when he's gone. I disagree....but for her, I made the phone call. It was okay......but a week later, he shows up at the salon to "surprise me".....and he's still talking down to me, calling me fat, calling me ugly, acting like a complete jerk......He did remember my daughter's name, though and I was surprised by that.....Cara will be 13 in July, and he has never called her anything other than "the little girl".....somehow, that always pissed me off that he couldn't even remember his only grandchild's name. So, I have a hard time with father's day......I don't have very many good memories of growing up with my dad, and the few I have get foggier as time goes by....It's his own fault, not mine.
I always tell my Mom happy father's day.....heck, she had to be both to me and Mark.....and we could be a handful!
To all the fathers out there who are wonderful, I wish you a day of all things great and amazing!!! ♥