Updated: Sep 23, 2020
Story By: Anonymous
When you grow up trying not to become anything that your father was, you know he was not really a father. That’s what my experience says.
I grew up in a family of four which included a mother, an elder sister, myself and the father I'm going to tell you about. The father i always had but never wanted.
In years that we spent with him, never for once did i see him go to work and eke out a living for his wife and children. Slacking around was one of his favourites. And when you got nothing to do, you drink. He was no different. Neck deep in debt, he mostly stayed with us but disappeared for months only to show up again when we paid off his creditors. Years of this prolonged nuisance went on and i waited for the day when i could finally scrape him off our necks.
It was 2013 that he finally decided to leave and never come back. I was glad. My mother however, could not be at ease since the society that we live in still needs a father who is entitled to be on every goddamn document even if he did nothing to deserve it. This always bothered me because deep inside i knew who actually deserved it all. My ferocious Mother. She was and still continues to be one such woman i want every girl to be like. Strong and unapologetically audacious. I have seen her stand tall against all odds just by herself and raise two children without compromising on the quality of their life.
I still remember the last time i spoke to my father. It was 2015 and we all were gearing up for my sister’s wedding when one day out of nowhere he called up my mother and said, “You can’t get her married just because you want”. That was it. That was the end of my forbearing. I took the phone from her and said the most needful, “If i see you anywhere close to her wedding, i will fuck you up”. And thus, he was finally scraped off our necks.
Today when i look back, all i can see is the struggle that shaped me into being what i am today. Everything that he was not. Kudos to you Mom.