Weekend Dad
I spent the first 15+ years being a weekend Dad to my daughter and failed miserably. I never wanted to go through this again. Yet here I am again. This time 4 boys and failing miserably.
All I ever wanted was my family around me. I lost interest in friend get togethers and bar leagues. I lived for puttering around the house fixing things and suprising my wife. I guess she better at the suprises though.
The worst time of the week, Sunday afternoons. For the next several hours I will be thrust into that day last year when it all went sideways. I will spend hours calling and texting people who will not reply or answer and I will slowly build up and want to text her. Nothing will change, she wont reply and I’ll cry myself to sleep.
I’m sure you are a great Dad. My mother didn’t let me see my father. She was stupid. I hated her for that. Still do.
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Ugh, this makes me miss my dad. He was a “weekend dad,” but I never thought of him like that. I always knew he was there for me, no matter the day of the week. I will always cherish my weekends I had with him and as an adult we have such a great relationship. He is in NY while I am in AZ. I miss him. You sound like a great dad. If you relationship is anything like me/my dad, then “weekend dad” won’t be forever.
@desertbee thank you
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Sorry I haven’t been here.
I felt that way before waiting for people to text or email back is horrible.
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