Ok, so I know I have talked your ear off about politics in the last few months. It just had just become such a major part of my life (something I never would have anticipated) and honestly I can say Im proud that I chose to dedicate that much time to something for my own personal gain. What I mean by that is, a lot of people say they don’t get into politics because it’s something that they cant change, so why bother. I feel, when you choose not to be knowledgeable on the subject, you completely take yourself out of the conversation that the whole world is having. Whether or not your ONE voice can change the world or not, don’t sell yourself short by not knowing about it at all. Ok, politics, enough said… for now.
So, this past weekend I caught a flu bug. I know, awful right? Well not really. It actually helped me get a bit closer to my mother and allowed me to tell my father what exactly his negative presence in my life has done to me. When I moved to Atlanta this past summer, I brought only the belongings that I could fit into my small car. Therefore, I left my winter clothes, computer, and a lot of other large items at my uncle’s house (my father’s brother). My father and my stepmother said as a graduation present they would pay for the shipping of all of my things to Georgia within the following months. Needless to say, here it is November, and I have yet to receive my winter clothes. And needless to say, I have gotten sick because I do not have my winter clothes which includes my coats and jackets.
Yes, I should have just been making arrangements to get them sent down here myself, but every time I went to ask my father he said he was working on it, and ultimately I just wanted to think that nattered enough to my father that he would take care of it. On Sunday night I found out that was so far from the truth. This is my dilemma. How can a father, who supposedly loves his daughter so much, I mean I am named after him for God’s sake, care so little about not only keeping his word, but the well being of his little girl in these frigid months! Something I have had to come to terms with was the conversation that followed. Besides me calling and asking about the status of my things being sent down here I have not had a conversation with my father since July. He has not called ONCE to see how I was doing, where I was working, or what was going on new in my life. My heart has broken from the things he has done so many times and its come to the point now where I’m just numb.
I was also scheduled to go on a trip this past Aug, with my step-mom(my father’s wife) to Santa Domingo. We had planned this trip long before I graduated in May of 08 and the agreement was that they would take care of all of my expenses as another part of my graduation gift. I ended up missing the trip because I could not financially take it, and that initial agreement that stated that they would take care of the financials all of a sudden became VOID. Wow right, no just something I have become so used to. My father saying one thing, promising another, and not following through with either, lol all I can do these days is laugh. Probably to hide the tears, but what can you do? When we talked this past Sunday I asked him straight up. What have I done to you as a daughter that is so awful, that you won’t call me, wont make sure that I have my things in this cold winter, or keep your word on anything you say? What or who in this wold could make you abandon the fragile relationship that you already have with me? And why don’t you love me enough to fight for me or care enough to makes things right with us? I have to wake up everyday and think about those things as I’m surrounded by family and friends that at least have their parent or parents that express their love.
When my father left us when I was 14, I picked up the pieces and my mother, my sister, and I had to manage. I forgave him for making us lose the only home I had ever known, being uprooted from the schools and friends I had grown to love, and being subjected to abuse. At the end of the day he was my father, and all I really ever wanted was for him to love me enough to fight for me. My father told me that he had not been in touch because he had been upset about the way I handled things this past summer. Those things meaning missing the trip that his wife had planned for me and her. Are you serious? He basically had chosen to sever the ties between me and him again because I did something he did not like to his wife. It all became so clear again. I will never be the priority in his world, like I wasn’t when he left, I won’t be any time in the near future.
The purpose of me writing this is to say to all of those fathers out there, or all of those daughters who just wanted a daddy to care for them, please keep forging on. No one is worth your tears, your pain, or your heart. When a person loves you, they do so because they want to, not because they are supposed to. And they don’t just speak those three words, they show you through their actions. True enough, I know who my father is, he was an active part of my life for a while, but a lot of the time I feel as though he should have just walked away like so many others have. Him being present in my life but constantly withdrawing himself and showing me that me and my feeling didn’t matter hurt just as bad as it would have if he were just a sperm donor. He never told me to my face that I wasn’t important to him, but how he has treated me means just as much. Please don’t be that father. Don’t be that man. Let the daughters and all the women in your life know how important they are to you at every opportunity that presents itself. It will go far.
In my life I have had to be strong. I have had to be the bigger person for so long and to so many. After a while it just seems as though someone would recognize that and want to come take that burden off of me. But then I have to remember that God does not put anything in our lives that we are not capable of handling. There is so much I still need to learn and still need to accomplish, but one thing that I do have in tact is my heart and the way that I treat the ones I love.








