“Went to buy some groceries and never returned,” “picked up the wrong child from daycare,” — these stories about fathers are all over the Internet. And although they do take place, there are good dads too, but these days many people still perceive them as some kind of a miracle. This article will tell you about how difficult it is to be a father sometimes.
- When I met my now-wife, she had a 3-year-old daughter. I always made it a point to treat her as I would my own kid, and we became close pretty quickly, when she was around 4 she even started calling me daddy. Her biological dad comes in and out of my stepdaughter’s life, she calls us both dad but when she’s with my wife and me, she refers to him as his first name.
Well, last night she was visiting with her bio dad when I got a text from my stepdaughter wondering if I could pick her up. Well, I got there, she was sitting outside with her bio dad holding her arm. She came over to my car and told me she was messing around with a skateboard and fell on her arm, her arm was bruised, swollen, and hard for her to move.
I asked her bio dad, why didn’t he call my wife. He said, “I don’t think it’s that bad, she’s just being dramatic.” My stepdaughter just looked at me and said, “Dad, can we just please go, I’m in a lot of pain.” As she was getting in the car I told her bio dad see this is why I’m her real dad, not you… I actually care for her and her well-being. The daughter actually did break her arm, and I’m the one who was in the ER with her until 1 a.m.
- I am divorced from my wife “June,” we have one daughter together, “Clare”. We divorced on bad terms after I lost my job. Came home to an empty house and a note saying she needed someone who could “give her the lifestyle she and Clare deserved.” I didn’t see Clare for a while after that.
However, I’m now in fantastic financial shape. I now have 50% custody of my daughter and am trying to make up for lost time. This means, since the world has opened up again, as long as Clare does well in school and helps with her chores, the weekend she’s with me, we will do whatever she wants, usual things like museums, movies, near-by national parks, festivals in our city, etc.
Yesterday I went to pick up my daughter from school and June and her husband were waiting there and asked to speak to me. They said that the businesses he used to run took a massive hit and have never recovered, and that it’s meant they’ve had to scale back their lifestyle significantly, including June getting a job. They then informed me that June was pregnant, and they didn’t want my spoiling Clare to affect the relationship between the 2 kids, as they couldn’t do the same for their baby.
I told them I had no intention of changing how I raised Clare because she was a great kid and deserves to be rewarded for her good behavior. The conversation devolved from there, with June finally screaming at me that I was just some “damn Disneyland dad using his money to get back at her.” - The daycare called and said my daughter’s eyes were sore. Everything was fine in the morning. Okay, I took her to the doctor, and he said that she should stay at home for a week due to conjunctivitis. I offered my husband to stay with her, and he agreed — he thought it was like a holiday, all he had to do was just stay at home and drop medicine into the child’s eyes.
In reality, on the first day, our daughter had a toothache. He took her to the dentist, who pulled 2 baby teeth at once. On the second day, the child started coughing. My husband had to treat her throat, teeth, and eyes. On the third day, my daughter said, “Daddy, my ear hurts!” Again the father and the child went to the doctor who prescribed drops for the ear. And then it was necessary to take blood tests and X-rays.
For 2 weeks, my husband treated the child and ran to doctors. I’ve never seen him so happy running back to work.
- About 7 years ago, my wife confided in me
What happened next changed everything…
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