I Have A Father-figure Who Is Not My Biological Father

My father, bless him, Toni, took me on when I was very young.

He met my mum, fell in love with her and me, and got married. Just a few short years later, they divorced. He took me away in custody.

He did a great job, I must say. Always there for me, never bothering about other women, and just lived for me.

I remember, it was funny....this handsome part-Italian guy picking up his girl from school whilst all the other mother's just swooned over him. He was courteous and polite to them, for sure, but mum must have owned - and broke - his heart as he just wasn't interested...

He taught me maths, English and all about history and art. That was his passion and, guess what? That soon became one of mine too...

When I rebelled against him it caused a few issues. Later on, my 'lifestyle choices' caused some huge cracks in our relationship, ones that led to us not taking for a good number of years....

Marriage didn't really help either. He was gracious to my husband, Mark, but didn't really like him. It was only after the birth of my first daughter that he came back on the scene. His first grand daughter...

Since then he's supported me with my health issues and just been there for me....

Life is much better with him around. As much as I am with my mum, forever shall I be a 'Daddie's Girl'...

We do daddy-daughter things like going to museums and out for meals; we've even painted together, that being one of my pastimes, and just spending some quality time together.

He might not be my biological father - heck, I have no idea who that is - but I don't care; he's my parental father and that's all that matters....

....and that's why I still call him 'Dad'....

M x