Dad no more

My dad and I were so close. I would look up to him for everything that I needed. He was my superman. I loved him so much, I wanted to be just like him. I told myself that I’d get older and then it’d be my turn to take care of him as he as taken care of me for all those years.

Now I say, “Throw him in a retirement home.”

I know that seems cold, but you don’t know him. Hell, I don’t even know him anymore. He’s so different sense he remarried and sense his jobs gone downhill. I don’t even think he loves me like he used to.

He used to drive miles just to see me. He would come every weekend and he would smile when he saw me. Now he doesn’t even come once a month. He rather save money then see me. He rather be with his new family then with me. He… he’s not him.

I know you’re probably thinking, “Well, that’s normal for you to think he loves his new family more.” but its true. He doesn’t even call me anymore!

My stepdad is my new dad. I call him daddy now. My stepdad, John, isn’t a saint and we have a lot of fights but when I told him how my dad is, he broke down. He started crying for me. He cried. And it really sucks now because he isnt here anymore. He had to go into treatment for to help him get over his abusive past. I have no father figure any more. I have no father.