to all of you lovely human beings out there whose dad left them, has hurt them, or has never been what you need - you are not a reflection of those who can’t love you. you are wonderful, even if he doesn’t see it. please be kind to yourself today.
I was cleaning my 6y.o. son’s room, and doing my annual purge of crap he’s managed to hoard. I have this big pile of stuff to throw out in the living room, when he comes in, pulls some stupid paper butterfly out of the trash pile and tells me I can’t throw this away because it was a present.
He goes to a lot of birthday parties and gets a lot of goodie bags with this sort of thing, so I tell him it’s junk and it’s going in the trash. Besides, it’s all bent up and I tell him (like a douche-dad) that if he values things he should take care of them.
He leaves, and some 5 minutes later he returns, visibly distraught (he’s clearly been thinking hard about this). He says “It was a present…for you.”
“For father’s day.”
I swear at that moment I heard every angel in heaven slow clapping.