There has never been a Happy Father’s Day for me. There has never been love. When I asked why he always loved the children in his Morocco Shrine parades so much, I was told it was because they were poor. He could not stand me, because of his money. And I look like his mother. Born in Paris and lied to by his father. Brought to Bainbridge GA. She killed herself in 1957. The year, they played the most popular song, The People Of Paris.
I have always had a pain in my heart for her.
I was born as she died. It was not a happy time.
He was mean and brutal. But he made a lot of money. Yeah, money.
Fuck Father’s Day ~ Every year I have to look at it. Happy Father’s Day.
My first husband lured and lied to me, to get married. He wanted in on the money. Our daughter suffered. She is no longer living with us. I believe she sings with Skynyrd in Riverside Memorial. As an engineer, my ex could not help to support her in her band achievements. She was a good musician and a great singer. I look for his obituary, every day. —- Keith Edwin MacDonald, loser.
My father cared for all his children but his own. (except for Deena, I like Deena too. Most of the time. She has been the most sibling of my siblings. We created hilarious stories. We call her Hollywood. For a reason.)
Keith (my x) zeroed in on another woman, from a wealthy family. He drives a Lexus.
My daughter craved his love and got none.
And that’s why there is a psychology 101.
If money is what you want. The man was a success. If love and care was what you needed you were just born in the shit house, with no toilet paper.
Eagerton Plumbing Co. Since 1954. I do know how to install a toilet and turn a wrench dad. Thanks
Til next year.