…so I again positioned myself, head on shoulder. Face toward neck, as if I was waiting for him to read me a bedtime story.
He’s found those questions and made me unearth fossils from my past I didn’t even know were there.
Dating & Daddies the two worlds have intersected for me.
…he had been somebody’s daddy for more than half his life. He missed his moment to stunt on ’em, and he wasn’t ready to let it go.
Had you asked me as a child I would have shared my Cheaper by the Dozen dreams and fantasies complete with list of names, middle names, and illustrations of my future children.
She wanted him & all the disrespectful ways he learned from my father and I guess his indirectly. I wanted to ask him “Would you want someone talking to me like that?” But I was afraid of what he might answer.
I remembered my tagline on Instagram (follow me @daaamndaddy) says “Daddy Issues manifest themselves differently in everyone.” Yet here I am, week after week, struggling to tell MY story, instead of collecting the various stories available to tell and touch different readers.
Only thing I had of my Daddy’s was his face and some days even that’s too much.