Originally posted by CiviChik97
when my dad left (i was 1), mom took him to court. she wanted all he had b/c he was an alcoholic...she ended up only getting $60 a week. in the late 80s, that wasnt bad...but as i grew up and grew into my expensive taste, it wasnt hardly anything. luckly my parents got over their differences through the years and had a friendship by the time i was a teenager. the system with domestics was screwy and half the time we never got the checks, they were taken out of his pay, but they got lost at domestics....so my parents said fuck it...they made a deal that my dad would send a check every week...and he did. every wednesday we got that check! it was nice to get $60 a week for nothing, other than being the child from a split home...but u know, now that my dad is gone...i wouldve much rather have been able to spend 60 minutes a week with him, rather than get $60 a week.
maybe u guys all are hostile with ur fathers for specific reasons, and u might have every right to be that way. i was pissed at my dad all my life b/c he hardly ever made the move to see me. he was always sitting in the third bar stool from the right at the "Lion's Den"...when i wanted to see him, i went to the bar before his house. on my 16th birthday, i waited alll night for him to show up, he didnt. after everyone left my house and i went to my bf's..he called and said he was sorry. he forgot it was my birthday....he was at the bar w/ my sister gettting drunk. i was mad at him for a year. when i finally decided to gte over it, i found out he had lung cancer. less than a year later, he died.
my point, chose ur battles, especially with parents. they wont be here forever....but without them, you wouldnt be here at all. i cant stand to hear people say that they hate their parents..b/c i said that a few times. and now my dad is gone, and id give ANYTHING in this entire world to have him back for one day so i could just tell him that i love him! because no matter how horrible of a father he seemed to be at times, i wouldnt have traded him for anyone else in the world.
Awww Mandi, I bake you pretty cake.
I guess you never know what's going to go on. I was picking up bread at the bakery and a lady was paying for a cake with food stamps. I asked, after she left why on earth if you're on food stamps you would buy a cake and not something else that would last longer. Well, it turns out her daughter was dying of cancer and it was her last birthday. So, I'm learning to keep an open mind.