Family
Low-level families like to keep "reasoning", and high-level families, fathers will do these 5 things
The dangers of the absence of a father's love began to appear from elementary school. There was once a documentary that revealed the hidden pain behind "problem children".
By david4 years ago in Confessions
I Wanted a TV Dad
Why are you being so mean to your stepmother?” asked my father. It was June 1980 in a pizzeria in San Leandro, California. I wasn’t from California and in fact, this was the first time I had been in San Leandro. My sister and I had been in California a week so far. My dad and I were sitting here on Monday evening in this pizzeria because my father wanted to talk to me. And I knew exactly why I was being “mean” to my stepmother. I suspected something – I suspected something that was huge and would hurt my mother, my sister and me. I didn’t know if I had the courage to ask though because my father could be mean especially when he was drinking and a beer sat in front of him right now. He scared me when he drank and quite often, I would hide in a book and escape my current reality. The pizzeria/bar was loud, and I was scared of him, but I had to know because my stepbrother had hinted that I was completely naive.
By Kathryn Wicker4 years ago in Confessions
Flying My Father
In the winter of 1998, my Father and I watched the original Star Wars trilogy together. My Dad’s decision to show me these films at such a young and impressionable age changed the course of my life, then in the spring of 1999 The Phantom Menace came out, and I was all in. Everything I owned was Star Wars themed, entire days were spent romping through the acres of rainforest behind our house playing with plastic lightsabers, chased by pretend Tie Fighters while piloting my own imaginary X-wing between the maples and pines of the Pacific Northwest.
By Dakota Rice4 years ago in Confessions
I rode my bike without a helmet, and I turned out ok..
I tried to think of a story to share of my dad for this challenge entry but there are too many to share. My dad’s life was and is his story and lives on in the heart of my mom, sister, brother, his daughter-in laws, grandchildren, and I. He was a stubborn old fart, but we loved him dearly. He was the kind of guy that you couldn’t hate even if you wanted to, and everyone tells me I’m just like him.
By Paul whiddon 4 years ago in Confessions
The Coloring Book. Top Story - July 2022.
My dad is a rowdy teenager in a middle aged man’s body. I’m not joking. He likes to party with his friends, chain smoke, rides a Harley and lives in screen prints and tennis shoes. He only dresses up for weddings and funerals, that is, if you call darker jeans and a button up shirt dressing up, and has in more than one stage of his life proudly sported a mullet. There’s no filter in his brain and he’ll say things that will embarrass everyone in hearing range. As a storyteller and entertainer by his very nature he’ll tell you the same story over and over again. I can guarantee you’ll laugh every time.
By Leigh Ann Tuttle4 years ago in Confessions
They See Him Rolling
Imagine this... It's the mid-1970s, my dad was the youngest out of him and my uncle; the two being around 4 years apart in age. My dad was 9 at the time, and my uncle was around 13 respectively. Now, with the nature of where my dad and uncle grew up - a field across the street, woods behind their house, and cows to the left - you could say there wasn't much to do growing up on a backroad in Ohio. And yet it was two boys in the 1970s, they're bound to find something.
By Nicole Fenn4 years ago in Confessions
Lack Of A Father
About three years ago my dad was diagnosed with an incurable lung condition. Two months later, in a sneaky way, I packed my bags and left home. I am not welcome at home anymore and have not seen my dad since. Neither parent of mine accepted the fact that I have mental illness. They both treated like I was just badly behaved. I think about my dad every day and imagine the man I would be if he had not seen me like a failed lab experiment.
By Sid Aaron Hirji4 years ago in Confessions
Subtle
Daddy. I used to barely sleep when you would let me go with you to the woods. All night I was afraid you would leave without me if I fell asleep. I would be up by 5 am and ready. A six-year-old girl with a sloppy ponytail brushed up with young, uncoordinated fingers. My jeans were the ratty old ones. I knew if I wore my new ones, you would make me change. And maybe then you would leave while I changed. I hated the old jeans. They were ugly, ill-fitting. Too short and too long in the crotch. And you made fun of them. You made fun of me regularly. I used to think it was funny when you did. But, still, even in your mockery, I wanted to go with you to wander through the woods to collect firewood. I was excited. I posted on the couch, waiting for you.
By Sarah DuPerron4 years ago in Confessions
