Every Father’s Day I thank my mom, who raised me playing both parental roles. My biodad is a deadbeat that I barely know, why should I celebrate him? I try to not hate my father, but it’s difficult tbh. He pretty much never paid child support and owes my mom tens of thousands of dollars. He left my mom with nothing mere days after I was born and then she put herself through grad school to become a special Ed teacher. Money has always been tight and my mom may never get to retire. Seeing all my mom has done for me, raising me (and I was a difficult child to say the least), supporting me through my mental health issues and now through my successes; that is what a parent is to me. Not the guy who had sex with my mom then bailed. Not the guy who despite making tons of money as a doctor would rather buy himself another house then pay child support or help me through college (or worse tell me he will help then leave me to pay the bill). My father raised his new wife’s two kids and is currently raising her grandchild. So maybe he is a good dad to them and if so I’m glad. But he isn’t a good father to me, so I don’t wish him a happy Father’s Day. Instead I give my thanks to my mom, a single mom who works her butt off to support her son and I hope I will one day be as good a parent to my kids as she has been to me. Love you Mom
College music departments doing it right.
Well let me tell you, it was quite the pragmatic purchase. It has endless uses in my morning routine.
Such as making the bed:
Getting things off high shelves:
Reaching the remote when it’s too far away:
And assisting me when I ran out of toilet paper:
I don’t know how I survived life without it.