Father's day....

Father's Day means one thing to me...the day I met my husband Strider, the dad of my baby girl Bug. Technically we met June 15, 1997, which that day was Father's Day that year.

This year Bug and I are making some things for Strider that we think he'll love.  I'd post them here but just in case he reads this blog I'd hate to spoil the surprise.

We really miss Strider, especially lately. Next year we'll have to make all the holidays he's missing this year, oh so very special!

So many people ask me about my father, I tell them all the same thing...I haven't seen him since the last time he kidnapped me when I was seven or so.

Do I feel jealous of my friends that had good dads? Yes, a little.

I was raised by my mom, a single mother of two. Sure she had her moments of insanity, she drank a lot when I was growing up, she was violent, abusive mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically...sadly...she's still the same way, abusive emotionally and mentally, thankfully the physical abuse stopped years ago.

For those of you who have good dads, enjoy them, celebrate the day with them, and remind them of how much you love them! Take them out for a great meal, make something with them, play games with them...what ever it takes to make them smile and make you both happy!


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