Originally published on December 23, My mother left her e-mail logged in on my computer, and I decided to be an asshole and snoop out of boredom. I honestly wasn't expecting anything, but I found a few intimate e-mails between her and a strange man that pretty much confirmed that she was cheating on my dad.
My father was in town for a hour visit recently, combining us with a business trip. My sons were thrilled and gave him all the attention any something could want. We went out to the desert for a campfire at our favorite hiking spot, and my dad got into Teacher Mode: He broke out his knife and taught the boys how to whittle.
More times than not, on his days off, he will take two of the kids to do something fun while I get some alone time with the twin babies. He handles the grocery shopping most of the time as well. He prides himself on keeping his areas in the house nice and tidy.
Then comes the stomping, the crossed arms and the tears, and what was originally a pleasant evening of Elmo becomes a sleep-deprived tirade that will last for the next hour and result in her losing precious sleep time. This is pretty much how half of my days end, with my otherwise beautiful, sweet, three-year-old daughter refusing to go to bed. So, yeah, my kid is pretty damn stubborn, just like I was as a kid and I am now. I also wonder how things will get when she gets older.
My dad is an inspiration to me, such a huge part of my own identity. Always there for me, encouraging, loving. Also, my father is dying.
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With her children's ages spanning 22 years, LongTimeMother has 40 years experience in parenting - including home schooling and foster care. Irrespective of their age, a child or adult who associates hate with their father has a real problem. Whether that problem is abuse, abandonment, or some other issue, the child who hates their father deserves to be heard.
Even though I was an only child, growing up I never really felt like one. I just remember thinking all the way through my childhood that I had a sibling out there, like in the Parent Trap. You could call it an intuition.