As I continue to read the book “Mean Mothers” I realize my dad was afraid of my mom. He just wanted to keep the peace. He had no idea how to parent. I remember many summer adventures with him so he didn’t have to leave me with my mom and grandmother who was also not quite right. Still, when it wasn’t convenient, he would leave me and that could be very scary.
One of my favorite stories is going to construction sites with him and my grandfather. At seven, my job was to water the concrete. I’d sleep in the truck and we’d eat in greasy spoon diners. So many lessons about life were learned. Mainly, how to take care of myself.
That lesson was important at home during the school year. My mom was always the center of attention. Even when I was ill, I had to go to school. To this day, I have trouble knowing when to rest.
I just wish my dad had had the chance at some happiness.
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