Hey dad did you get my text?

My mother & step dad have been together since I was about 6 years old. He has basically been my father figure since my biological one was absent. I am now well into my early 30,s now and my step dad is still one of my biggest support systems. My step Dad is a strong but gentle man. He has the biggest heart and has no animosity in his heart towards no-one. A few years back my mother unfortunately passed away. We both took this very hard and was not sure how to heal from such a sudden lost. My Step Dad then decided to move down south. Leaving me to heal on my own. I could not be angry with him because I understand it was too much for him. I lost my mother & he lost his soul mate. He decided to move down south to be with his sister and family. I felt it was the right thing to do since he was feeling lonely and I had already fled the nest some years prior to my mother passing. I helped him move and went down to visit him for the first year several times. As time went on I noticed the constant daily conversations between me and him slowed down due to the distance. Everything slowed down till the point we spoke once every other month. On my dads part he was not happy. on my part I was in my mid 20’s living my best life and would talk to him when I felt like it. My dad was not having that anymore. It was not that I did not want to talk to him it’s just that certain parents when they loose their partner thier sadness can make you sad as well. I was already miserable because my Mother was my best friend, so to constantly go down memory lane and end up crying for hours as not how I wanted to spend my nights. After a few of those conversations I would try to avoid them on all accounts.

As time moved on my dad became more and more savvy on modern technology and was determined to fix the communication issue between us. 5 years ago on one hot ass Thursday morning at about 11am I wake up to my sexy ass man Kevin rubbing all over me. We had been hooking up for some time now and my dad knew of him but I just never got around to telling him everything about him. As I sit up and my eyes try to adjust to the morning sun, Kevin pulls me back down and kisses me all over until he is face deep between my thighs. What a wonderful way to start the day. As I’m enjoying my morning treat my phone notifications start going off the hook. The notifications came in literally 2 seconds behind each other. All you hear is “ bing bing bing bing bing bing bing.” It becomes so annoying that Kevin stops and comes up for air. He grabs my phone and reads the screen and is like “who is Robert Montero?” Looking at him puzzled I’m like that’s my dad. He is like “well idk but his name is all over your screen right now. “ He said. To my knowledge my dad was not up to date with modern technology. He didn’t really know how to text or use a laptop. And he was still using CD-roms for everything. Basically we all using high speed and my dad was still on dial up. As I reached to take the phone I had all types of thoughts in my head. Sadly I had negative thoughts because I was friends with some of his family on Facebook. “Omg maybe something happened to him?” I’m thinking. Anxious but worried I took the phone. I took phone and read all notifications. Scrolling down the screen it says “ Robert Montero liked your picture “ 22x. My dad had already lived down south for a bit so in that time he taught himself how to you Facebook. I was so happy but a little peeved caused he started to just go through every picture I have on FB and liked every single one. Kevin decides to give me a moment to vent about my dad but I had nothing to vent about. He looks at me and says “you miss him don’t you?”. I explained to him that I definitely miss my dad because it’s nice to have someone that genuinely cares and loves you. Kevin replies “ awww that’s nice.” He takes the phone out my hand and flips me over and says “ right now let me show you how I love & care.”

It has been two years and my dad still had Facebook. You can tell he advanced in his usage now. My dad has over 1000 friends and majority of them are females. A great portion of those females are not from the states. I have explained to my dad about scammers and con-artists and fraudulent people online. My dad claims to know better and understand. However I catch him in situations where is don’t make sense sometimes. For instance one time my dad was speaking to a woman in Nigeria I kept telling him that she may be a scammer. My dad was convinced that she was a real woman because she sent him a few pictures of herself with her children. I told my dad they can send you pictures of anybody and anything. Google is so easy for anyone to use. Just type in what you looking for and many pictures will comes up and all you do it choose one. If you thought I could convince him well guess what I couldn’t. one time the Nigerian woman asked my dad for $200 and my dad sent it. I was so upset because I do not want nor like for anyone to play my dad like that. I had to step in and I had to set the record straight and let my dad know what it was.I told my dad straight up that is not a real woman that is a scam artist that is trying to make you give them your money. they are just using pictures from the Internet to convince you that they are what they say they are however they are not. Feeling like he was not taking heads to what I was saying I decided to go down to his home in the south and I waited till he was not near his computer. I went on his Facebook and blocked her and deleted her messages. A few hours later I saw my dad sitting in the living room. I asked him what happend. He said he lost emmaus contact and number. Yes her name is emmaus. Pronounced “Em- mah-ous” he looked so devestated and I was not sad one bit. I simply said “maybe it’s for the better!” My dad looked at me and said “she was coming over tommrow night!” I looked at my dad and said dad how is she coming over, She is in Nigeria? My dad suddenly stopped crying and said “what are you talking about she’s Nigerian but she lives 2miles away from me.” I felt so stupid because all this time I based it off the fact he told me she was Nigerian and that he did not know how to use computers to well at the time to explain to me that she was a local. Low and behold he was more savvy than I thought he was. I confessed what I did and why I did it. However, he was not happy with my actions. I tried to fix what I could and helped prepare a dinner for her with my dad. She came and she was actually an amazing women. I could see that her an my dad actually hit it off quite well. I left later on that night to start the drive back home but made sure to give my dad a long hug one that he could feel until I returned to give him another one.

Once Back home I was feeling good. I was talking and texting my dad. I notice he calls a lot but I still don’t want to pick up. I respond via text, email or even messenger, usually he responds but lately I’m getting no responses. “Dad are you getting my texts?” I wrote him. No response for days. I decided to write him an email and for days no response. Last resort,since he is master Facebook now I decide to send him a message on Facebook. My message is left on “read” and he does not respond. Now I’m taking this to offensive and I decide to call him on the phone. I call him and first ring the phone is picked up.

I say “Dad, Hello?” And just silence is heard on the phone. I say “hello” again and then all of a sudden I hear “ well well well so I guest I have to ignore all your messages to make my little girl call me huh?” In that very moment I wanted to hang up the phone but then again I realized my dad just wanted to talk to his baby girl. He knows and understand that I’m grown and have a life but he also wants to be apart of that life some how & not to feel forgotten.

Ever since that situation me and my dad relationship is better than ever. Now for him and emmaus stay tuned to future stories.