Rewriting History

Rewriting History

People rewrite history all the time for many different reasons, generally because it makes for a better story then the one they currently have. Today I choose to rewrite history and think it makes for a far better story than the one I currently have. Let me explain why:

As it stands I have 3 dads, the one that provided the sperm to create me, the one that raised me out of diapers and the one that has been there through preadolescence/teenage years to now. Approximately 25 years ago my biological father and mother decided to divorce. I have no recollection of my "real" dad being in the house. my earliest memories have been of my, now, ex-step dad; Rob. Rob did a great job stepping up to the plate of being a dad to Jessica and I. He without hesitation treated us as though we were his own, and still to this day continues to do so. And for that I am much appreciative.

When Jessica and I were about 2 and 4 my "real" father asked Rob to adopt us. This was because he no longer wanted to be responsible for child support. (Cheap bastard) He asked that he still be able to see us but simply just didn't want to be financially responsible for us. But, Rob being the kind hearted and level headed guy he was said "NO!", not because he didn't want us (we were already his) but because he thought my Dad was just being young and stupid and he didn't want to be any part of a childish and irresponsible decision.

When I was in 5th grade, my mom and Rob split up. They remain best friends today, and like I said he still is father like to me. A short time later my mom found another guy that was willing to step up to the plate, knowing we were a package deal with my mom. Mike, is his name. Now mike jumped right in, not skipping any beats, getting us tampoons when we needed them, listening to us cry when stupid boys broke our hearts, going to games, graduations, and continues to be a part of everything in our lives. He is a wonderful man who has done an amazing job of fulfilling the roll or Dad that Jessica and might have been lacking.

Above all, there is my Mother! Like I am sure everyone says she is the BEST MOM a mother could be. She has done nothing but bust her ass to make sure we were never without anything. She has always been there no matter what. She wakes up at 3am to listen to us cry, even if she DID have to be up in 2 hours for work. She has always been a super mom, work, going to school, while being a single mom, but never forgetting to give us all the attention we ever needed or wanted. She would protect us from any thing she could. Something that she continues to apologize for is the hurt my father has bestowed on us, over and over again, because we didn't get to choose him.

As for our "real" father. He has been nothing more than a half assed dad, throughout all 26 years of my life. There are so many examples of how he failed at doing "dad" things. I have officacially spent the last 26 years of my life hoping, reaching, and wanting a better relationship with him. Well I am done! There is no blog space long enough for me to illustrate the countless times he has hurt Jessica and I. Repainting his car for the 5th time rather than paying child support, buying new furniture that we werent supposed to tell mom about because he hadnt paid child support, years of softball games he never showed up for, driving for an hour and half to get us for his weekend being a "waste of gas", his bitch of a wife having a headache so he couldnt get us for the weekend, him needing precious sleep so he couldnt come to the phone no matter what "tradgedy" we were experiencing, the childish game of calling from his other childrens cell phones, using the kids against us, just years and years of absolute bullshit! My last post said something about mountains out of mole hills, and knowing the answer but continuing to do nothing but bitch, well I have made my decicion and now it is a matter of follow through. Here it is, my last bitch, my last round about, my follow through!

I am officially rewriting history, Rob adopted me 24 years ago!

I am proud of the family that I have, the mom, the dad, the sister and step brothers. We are happy, we have all the love we need, I have no reason to be disappointed. I am proud to have the family that I do have. To all of them, thank-you, I love you!

It might be airing dirty laundry to some, but to me, its threaputic and necassary.