Not to bash on fathers y’all are dope but as someone who grew up in a divorced family I really lack in the department of being a proper son for not a proper family. I’ve spent the last year or so building what I would call my family. Even though I still suck at times. Like don’t get me wrong I love my dad but he’ll never understand me nor what I want to do in life.
He’s more materialistic than I am because he’s from poor Deep South that didn’t have the luxuries that most white middle class families have now. He wants me to get a ‘real’ job so I can have a house etc. the basic stuff. While I just care about survival and have my basic needs of food and water and most importantly my own happiness. As that is extremely hard to find in a post-modern world.
I can’t help but find it odd that I’d rather be with the guy I work for today than members of my own blood related family. He’s been more of a father figure type person that I wanted to have growing up for me the last 5 months than my dad has been my entire life. Weird feeling. Hard to find balance.
P.S. please don’t pity me or give sympathy because that’s not what I want. I’m empathetic not sympathetic. I like to write my thoughts and want them to be seen because maybe someone else feels the same way I do. I also have to make that clear due to insecurities but I’ve found through years of blog stalking that this website lets people express themselves and I’m still learning how to do that properly without dysfunction.
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