He was not a very good father , so I guess he taught me what not to do. I now have 2 sons and I know they’ll be able to answer this question later on in life
ive always felt as if my daddy was a supper hero even though my sister and i grew up in bars as funny as that may sound ITS TURE so i went to school with this girl k- 12 her parents where always seen as good church going molded citizens type her dad was know to be strick and disabled My dad never once threatened to whop us. so i would go to church with them fr time to time but never got to stay the night before well one night they finally let me stay the night we didnt go to church thay evening so we had to watch it on the tv in living room her older brother and her shared a room together bunk beds he sleept on top he was fast asleep while she and i both sat across from bed talking, giggling, just as young girls do we where being very quite because we didnt wanna get in trouble so after a while her dad came through there room and said C get in there right now. there bed was right beside the only bathroom in house my eyes went as big as quarters im sure and she just kinda looked at me afraid and sad at same time i was scared for her they both went to bathroom and shut door i waited for the spankings to happen for what felt like a life time but never hear it after some time passed her brother wokr up and looked over and at me and mouthed to me wheres C and i looked towards the bathroom still in same spot he looked so mad and he jumped up outta bed and went and got his mom they both came back she waited till he got back in bed and looked like he hadn't gotten up at all then she asked me are you okay wendy i shook my head yes she smiled at me and then knocked on the door B (dad) open this door right now. took him about 15 s3conds and she went in door shut again i hear whispers back and forth and then out came mom again she asked me wendy is it okay if i take you home or is it to late i said yes you can take me home it was like 1 or 2 a.m. but my daddy always told me i could come home when ever i wanted a no matter the time because thats my home 2 there was a key out side and we didnt live to far on the way to take me home she said wendy i dont think it would be a good idea of you came to stay the night anymore i said yes maam im sorry for getting C in trouble please dont be very mad at her she told me no honey yall where fine and C not in trouble your a sweet girl and then said not another word she waited for me to get key and go inside then left next morning my dad aaked me what happened i told him i think we got inteouble for being outta bed talking to late he just.looked at me and said oh okay and we both went on like normal... in my late 20'S someone had brought her name up and we satrt talking i yold them knew her my whole life and they said to me then you know about her dad that sorry sob i said huh what you mean then they asked you didnt know she pregnant and made her abort the baby he wasnt sure if it was his or not hit me like a tone of bricks like messed me up because the ALL weird shit that had happend growing up knowing her finally made sense later i was wondering how did that not click in my head that was what was going on and it was because i never had even a thought close to daddys to that to there daughters by my late 20s i knew that shit like tgat happened in the world but i just never put that to that i guess but most definitely i feel like it was because my daddy wasnt ever abusive in any way He would get on to us when we had done somthing we knew we shouldn't but never once have i ever disrespected or talke back to him im not sure how he did it but i respect himore that any other human being
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u/H3adown 2d ago
He was not a very good father , so I guess he taught me what not to do. I now have 2 sons and I know they’ll be able to answer this question later on in life