I got you with that title, didn't I? Ha Ha I love to say that to unsuspecting friends and watch their reaction.
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It's not really true but he does write me love notes. He's written me many letters over the years and now that he's mastered texting, he texts me love notes.
I think that's so dang sweet. He treats my Othermother like a queen, too. It's odd to me that he's always treated me like a princess, even when I was acting like a total shit. There are many times when he should have grounded me or gotten me into trouble and he didn't.
To give you a little bit of back story, he and my Mom broke up when I was around 12 years old. He moved to a town about an hour & 1/2 away and on the weekends I used to ride the bus up to visit him. Unfortunately, I was one of those kids you never want your kid to be like. I partied and started drinking when I was around 13. I'd go to his apartment and while he was visiting with friends by the pool, I'd swim. And I'd sneak beers out of his fridge and drink them at the pool. One time I guess I wasn't being sneaky enough and he questioned what I was drinking. I lied and told him it was Dr. Pepper but he knew. All he did was tell me to go back to the apartment and wait for him. He never reamed me out like he should have. Heck, he didn't even tell me he was disappointed in me.
Another time, again at his apartment, I was on his porch sneaking a cigarette. I'm sure my Othermother knew what I was doing but nothing was ever said. I'm not sure why. I'm sure I let him down.
I've shown up at his house buzzed out of my mind and he never scolded me. Even though I was under age. One time, he and his missus were out seeing this old guy, Fred that we knew. Me and Mr. Wonderful showed up not knowing that they were there. I wasn't of the age to be dating and especially dating Mr. Wonderful and Dad never said a word.
My Mom told me that Dad used to try and get me to sit in his lap and love on me and that I'd never give him the time of day. I'm not sure why that was because I thought he was the greatest. I remember standing behind him and brushing his hair. He acted like he loved it and would let me brush as long as I would last. He made me feel like the best hairdresser in the whole world.
He's always made me feel like the most beautiful girl on the planet, who could do no wrong. That's sort of hard to swallow because I KNOW I was a terrorist, partying, smoking, drinking lowlife teenager. He's a man who was crazy enough to let me at the ripe old age of 20 or something, drive his restored vintage 1932 Ford. I didn't want to because I was sure I'd wreck it, but he had enough faith in me to let me have a go at it. When I was about 17 he let me take his Corvette and drive it for a day or two! How crazy is that??? We used to go out to bars together and hang out. How cool is that? He's a cool, overly trusting dude people!
I appreciate his love notes and I've saved every one of them. Some day when he's long gone, I'll be able to go back and read them and feel grateful that I have such a great Dad. I will remember us fishing together, and hanging out together having fun. I'm really lucky that I'm totally crazy about all 4 of my parents. Some people don't get along with their parents and I'm sorry for them. They are missing out. He's in his 70s now but we still have a good time together. I hope he lives to be 125 because we have lots more good times to have. I love you, Dad. You're da bomb!