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About my "Dad"
by Mandy
Johnson
1025
This is about my "dad", his name is
Randy. He is not my biological father. but he is my dad. My real father
has chosen not to be a part of my life, even after numerous attempts to
reconcile with him. Randy is the one who had raised since I was about 9
years old. At first when he and my mother married I wasn't exactly
thrilled. I thought he was there to take away my mom, the only person in
my life I knew would be there and I wasn't about to let him take her away.
This was my first mistake you see, he was and still is the best thing that ever
happen to me and my family. I had built this brick wall between he and I
and it took along time for him to get through and for me to allow him to.
He is one of the most caring men I have ever met. It only took me about 10
years to realize this and for that I have alot of regrets. He took on alot
of responsibilities when he married my mother. He couldn't have kids
because of a medical condition and he also had to adjust to life with kids and I
didn't exactly make it easy for him. I would back talk and be rude to him,
typical teenage behavior. About 3 years ago I think I finally realized
that he, in fact, did love me. He had always told me, but I don't think I
truly believed him because every man in my life I basically felt as if they
didn't love or care about, and I thought why would this be different, but in
fact it was. The day he walked my down the isle to marry was a day I will
never forget. Before the doors opened for us to proceed in the church he
leaned to me with tears in his eyes and said "Mandy, if I could've had a
daughter of my own I'd wish she'd be just like you, I love you." Now
I say to him "If I could've picked my father, he'd be you. I love
you."
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