While running errands with my mother on Spring Garden St., she waited for me in the car. I had to go into an office and sign some paperwork (which is another blog in itself). It took longer than expected but I finally came out of the building and, luckily, she was still there in my ticket free car. While I pulled off she told me what I missed. Of all people to see on such a random day and at such a random time, she saw my father. As coincedence would have it, he works in the building I entered, in the office across from where I had been just 5 minutes before I entered.
She proceeded to tell me about the awkward chit chat they had. He asked her what she was doing there and who she was with, and from what she said, he wasn't too excited. About seeing her or about hearing about me. I can't really complain becaue I wasn't too excited either. The whole story about my relationship with my father can be summed up into one word: non-existant.
It all boils down to me being a love child between my mother and father's timultuos love affair and him having too much pride to admit to his wife that I exist. I've tried to reconcile our relationship, and at one point in my adulthood, I think I literaaly told him that I have no hard feelings for him. What happened happened, and we both need to be adults about the situation. I guess he wasn't adult enough to handle it because that was 3 years ago and I still haven't heard from him. So, whatever the case may be why he hasn't faced me I dont know but I know that I am what I am, and he is partially resonsible for it. Thanks, father.
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