I Hate Father’s Day: Part Two

I never drew pictures like this...

I never drew pictures like this…

Yes, I know, I’ve already written about hating this day.  (And actually, if you re-read that post now, this one might make more sense.)  This year, though, I’ve finally been thinking about the impact of growing up without my (or a) father.  Despite my uncles, my nono, my priest, and some great fathers I know now, I just recently admitted to myself that I feel like I missed something.  And  that I’m missing something.

I’ve never really understood how to get along with men – especially those in positions of authority.  And no, I don’t think this is solely a gender issue, at least not in my case.  I believe there are skills I didn’t get growing up in a household of women, as much as I love those women.  While I did have a stepfather briefly, for me, at least, it was not a good relationship, and frankly, I was happy when that marriage ended.

The teachers and professors and bosses with whom I have had the most conflict in my life have all been male.  They have also been those I was least likely to confront.   With most women, though of course not all, I seem to have the skills that allow me to raise my concerns or issues and ideally, resolve them.  Put a man in the same position, and I. just. can’t.  And until now – maybe even until today – I blamed myself.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I take full responsibility for my own actions.  But I am finally blaming my father.  He deserves it, and I only wish that I had had the chance to confront him.  (I had a chance.  I was visiting a friend in Charleston, where he lived, and she offered to go with me to his house.  I couldn’t do it.)

So what now?  One thing that I love, love, love, is spending time with my male friends who have kids – without exception, they are amazing fathers.  And mostly, they are amazing men.  (Well, really, they are all amazing men.)  I’m thinking maybe this conversation about male authority figures is one I can have with some of them, assuming they’re willing.  But for sure, the one thing I am not doing ever again is blaming myself for my father’s absence and what I missed.

Oh, and by the way, if you’re now thinking of writing a comment about how this explains why I’m single, don’t.  In fact, stop thinking that.   Just stop.  Now.  Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.  But I would bet you’re basing that thought on an assumption that there is something about being single that requires explanation, while being in a relationship would be “normal” and not require such explanation.  And you would be wrong.

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Courtney
    Jun 14, 2013 @ 13:09:08

    How f’ing creative and brilliant are you to recognize how your male father friends may be a way to deal with the absence you had? It’s positive, they love you, you love them and I believe surrounding yourself with the people you admire for how they handle the world is necessary. Ponder your genius for a minute, my slipper-less friend.

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  2. Courtney
    Jun 14, 2013 @ 13:21:59

    Stop girl– now I’m watery-of-the-eye– and now it may not stop. Stupid hormones. I’ll be thinking of you Sunday.

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  3. travelswithslippers
    Jun 14, 2013 @ 13:24:04

    Luckily, your Brooks-to-be will grow up without these issues! Sending love.

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  4. Courtney
    Jun 14, 2013 @ 13:30:41

    Well, this particular issue anyway… 😉

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  5. Anne
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 08:42:03

    Spot-on, Courtney!

    Reply

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