A few years later my mom married the man she left my dad for. He was a bitter man. He would sarcastically say cruel things to me and my sisters and then laugh about it. This type of behavior went on even as I was an adult. My step-father and mother manipulated my thoughts into believing my father was a drunk, a coward and a horrible person. As a child, I was influenced by their words and began to hate my father. By his choice, my father didn't come to my graduation nor come to my wedding.
I am not blessed to have a father that loved me, and hugged me, and told me every day how beautiful and wonderful I am. I am not blessed to have a father, that thinks of me as his wonderful little girl, no matter how old I get, no matter how many mistakes I make. I am not blessed to have a father that was there for me in my times of need, and there to celebrate when I succeeded. I am not Daddy's little girl.
As a teenager I craved the love that my father (and step-father) was not providing. I turned to other unhealthy means trying to fill that need. I was I numb. I regret the decisions I made as a teen.
The lack of nurturing as a child left a hole in my heart. I was not a whole person until I met the man I married. The first time he put his arms around me I was overwhelmed with a sense of peace and I felt safe. I am blessed to have a husband who tells me he was proud that I even tried at all. I am blessed to have a husband who hugs me and who tells me I am beautiful. Because of him, I have had more success than I could have dreamed of.
A small part of me feels like the little girl who felt no love; however, a larger part of me knows I am beautiful and worthy of love because my husband told me and showed me.
My husband loves me more than any other man ever can. I am blessed!
Our sons will grow up knowing love and they will be a stronger better person for it. I know this, because I know I am a stronger and a better person by knowing my husband. Someday our sons will realize how wonderfully blessed they are to have a father like him.