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On Sunday evening when I was preparing dinner for my husband and I, I received a phone call.
A phone call from my father. I was a little confused; I had completely forgotten about "father's day" and including this call, my dad must have phoned me about 3 times during my 28 years of existence.
He was so drunk I could barely understand him, and then he had the cheek to tell me how bad I made him feel because all of his friends got calls from their kids wishing them happy father's day, and neither I nor my brother bothered.
Now you see, I don't even know my father. Unfortunately for him, I have an excellent memory. I might have only been 1 and a half years of age, but I remember watching him beat my mother.
It's all I can remember him ever doing; mother being beaten while my new born baby brother cried. I remember the night my mother escaped; she climbed out the window of our flat and climbed down the fire-escape, with me, my brother and a suitcase under her two skinny arms.
For many years, my mother didn't contact my father or let him know where we were, in fear of him coming to fetch us. My own grandparents didn't know where we were. It wasn't till my mother met my stepfather, that she came out of hiding.
My father pitched up out of the blue when I was 7. He wanted to suddenly be there for us. He didn't pay maintenance but he would come fetch us every other Saturday... and take us to the local bar.
We would sit there from about 9 in the morning till 3 in the afternoon. My father didn't have money, so he would use my brother and I to collect coins off the pool tables (which were obviously put there for games that the players had intended to play) and then buy himself more booze with the change we collected.
When we told my mother what was going on, she forbid him from taking us out again. He couldn't use us to steal change for him, so he vanished. My mother kept in contact with his parents all the years. They always had our number and address. They would visit and phone, but my father? Never bothered.
About a month ago, I got an SMS from him, asking for airtime. I bought it for him, even though I knew I shouldn't, but surprisingly enough, he left me alone after that. Didn't ask me for anything else.
And then he has the audacity to phone me, and tell me, I'm a bad kid for not calling him on father's day??
Go F*** yourself!
On Sunday evening when I was preparing dinner for my husband and I, I received a phone call.
A phone call from my father. I was a little confused; I had completely forgotten about "father's day" and including this call, my dad must have phoned me about 3 times during my 28 years of existence.
He was so drunk I could barely understand him, and then he had the cheek to tell me how bad I made him feel because all of his friends got calls from their kids wishing them happy father's day, and neither I nor my brother bothered.
Now you see, I don't even know my father. Unfortunately for him, I have an excellent memory. I might have only been 1 and a half years of age, but I remember watching him beat my mother.
It's all I can remember him ever doing; mother being beaten while my new born baby brother cried. I remember the night my mother escaped; she climbed out the window of our flat and climbed down the fire-escape, with me, my brother and a suitcase under her two skinny arms.
For many years, my mother didn't contact my father or let him know where we were, in fear of him coming to fetch us. My own grandparents didn't know where we were. It wasn't till my mother met my stepfather, that she came out of hiding.
My father pitched up out of the blue when I was 7. He wanted to suddenly be there for us. He didn't pay maintenance but he would come fetch us every other Saturday... and take us to the local bar.
We would sit there from about 9 in the morning till 3 in the afternoon. My father didn't have money, so he would use my brother and I to collect coins off the pool tables (which were obviously put there for games that the players had intended to play) and then buy himself more booze with the change we collected.
When we told my mother what was going on, she forbid him from taking us out again. He couldn't use us to steal change for him, so he vanished. My mother kept in contact with his parents all the years. They always had our number and address. They would visit and phone, but my father? Never bothered.
About a month ago, I got an SMS from him, asking for airtime. I bought it for him, even though I knew I shouldn't, but surprisingly enough, he left me alone after that. Didn't ask me for anything else.
And then he has the audacity to phone me, and tell me, I'm a bad kid for not calling him on father's day??
Go F*** yourself!
