I wish I had a dad

I had one, pretty crappy, he passed 3-4 years ago now. I remember being in 3rd grade and hearing other kids tell their favorite things about their dad for Father’s Day. I had lied and made up a whole story about mine playing with me when actually I only saw him a few times a year. It was when I first realized that dads stuck around for other kids. I remember how ashamed and sad I felt. What’s wrong with me.

My son’s dad kinda sucks, not a bad person like my dad was, he’s just lazy af. But I still let my son see him whenever he wants so he can at least have his dad’s love, he knows there’s that, even if he doesn’t get off his ass for anything. There’s love. That’s what kids need more than anything.

I wish my dad had loved me more. Unfortunately, I don’t even miss him. His being gone is better for my heart, I think, I don’t know anymore.

Dads.