Seasonal father - Mzansi Stories

Saturday, April 2

Wizzy

Seasonal father

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Seasonal father

My mom and dad divorced when I was just seven years old. They didn't care how that made me feel or how that would affect my life, they were self absorbed and cared more about them. They chose their hearts over mine, while they were busy taking care of their hearts they were breaking mine into a thousand pieces.  Mom cried every night after dad left and dad promised to visit me as much as he could.  One thing that shocked me was why my mom cried every night when no one was looking when she is the one that decided to end things between her and dad. A lot of times I was tempted to yell "stop with your crocodile tears but I didn't because I loved her too much. My dad came once a week to see me but he never came in the house or asked me to say hi to mom.

He started visiting once a month and soon after that he stopped visiting. But he would come again after the longest time ever. Sometimes two years would pass by without him visiting or calling and that would hurt me so much because he was my favourite person in the whole world and it was obvious I was the least favourite person on his list. With years passing by I then wished mom had divorced him before I was even born, he was a selfish man. He's never there when I need him . Mom passed away a few years later and he didn't even come for the funeral. He was never there when I needed him, he only came when it suited him. I'm a better father to my kids and I'm with them everyday of my life. I'll never be a seasonal father because I know how much it hurts.

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