DaddySatyr
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Joined: 8/29/2011 From: Pittston, Pennsyltucky Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: CRYPTICLXVI My father died in 1980, I was just starting to get to know him as a person and not just a father. A lot changed for me after he died. I changed a helluva lot after he died. I miss him over the last three decades when I actually reach a place when I would like to have someone to speak with, to have someone I trust to give me perspective. At this point, I don't even fucking remember what his voice sounded like. This breaks my heart. Maybe not for the reason some might think. I rarely do this because there's some mean-spirited people, lurking about who have taken posts I've made from the heart, twisted them and used them to hurl slings and arrows but, here goes ... My mother left my biological father when I was less than two years old. The only memory I have of him is a very vague one of him and my mother arguing and him, leaving. My mom re-married - a fucking alcoholic prick - and that was good for her. Not so much for me. When he sobered up, I did finally learn to respect him but he never loved me nor I, him. A friend of mine used to constantly bitch about his old man, incessently and I would listen and nod my head and then, one day, I went off on him (it turns out it was BF's birthday) in the gist of: "You fucking selfish prick! At least you knew your father to hate him! I don't know what to say, Cryptic but, my C-Mail box is always open to you. Peace and comfort, Michael
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