Time with dad
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Growing up, I never really had much of a great relationship with my dad. It wasn’t that he was cruel or abusive, or anything like that, but he worked very long hours, and it always seemed that his work came before my sister and me, and that we were an afterthought. Thinking back, I can barely remember any times that my dad took me to the park, did my hair, drove me to a friend’s house, or came to one of my piano recitals. All of these things seemed to fall under my mom’s jurisdiction, not dad’s.
When I was twelve, my mother told me that she was leaving my father. I was upset, but weirdly, I was more upset at the idea of my parents being divorced than I was about the thought of not living with my dad. At that point, my dad and I had quite a strained relationship, and I rarely saw him. In fact, I only saw him a few times through all the years of high school.
However, when I got to university, I started thinking about my relationship with my dad. Then I met my boyfriend, who has a wonderful relationship with his parents, and wished I could have what he had with his family, and especially his dad, too. So I began getting in touch with my dad again. We started off slowly—just coffees and dinners here and there, but over time, we really got to know each other. It was like beginning anew. My dad and I now catch up most weeks for big family dinners or picnics or jazz evenings, and we talk about all sorts of things I would never have imagined we could have talked about. I’m grateful not only for my newfound relationship with my dad, but for my boyfriend for showing me the importance of family.
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