I've spent the better part of my life wishing I didn't have someone to compare him to, thinking that if he'd always been this way it wouldn't hurt so much. I can't seem to stop hoping for the day I get my dad back: the guy who taught me how to ride a bike and throw a baseball, who shared his Fruity Pebbles with me while we watched Saturday morning cartoons, the only man I've ever been in love with. But the drinking, drugs, and dysfunction - they changed everything. And with it came a series of unfortunate events that left me in a crumpled heap of disorganization that has influenced every relationship I’ve ever had. I couldn’t be honest or open with people, and I certainly couldn’t trust them. I began compiling all my secrets in the recesses of my heart to mask the uncertainty I felt every day. They're funny things, secrets. At first …show more content…
If I didn't have expectations, I was the only one who could let me down. So I kept secrets. I can assure you I never wanted them, but before I could refuse I had seen and heard too much. I vacillated between crying myself to sleep because I was so angry with God and begging Him for strength to get through another day. Everything my blessed mother had ever taught me and all the Bible verses I committed to memory told me that this wasn’t the way things were supposed to be. I think I understood early on that because my dad was an unbeliever this was his punishment; what I didn’t understand was why I had to suffer