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Hey, so now that i think about it, since It's fathers day, and i can't seem to sleep, ima make a lil tread about me dad, its gonna be personal stuff but i don't have anywhere else to talk about it so :
My dad went in prison for drug trafficking 1 month or so after I was born, and that's how he and my mom divorced. I grew up in France, even tho my whole family was raised in Italy. And the first 10 years of my life, I grew up with a rich douche of a step dad.
This step dad was quite harsh on my brother, he wasn't that violent but we we still kind of scared of him, i know he always mocked the feminine ways of my brother and constently berated him. He would also hit my fingers with a metal ruler when I'd get bad scores
But it wasn't that bad, he was not a good person, but he clearly tried, he failed, but tried, and i knew that.
But yeah, when I was around 10 years old I got to go spend my almost every vacations with my real dad in Italy, since he was out of prison.
But yeah, when I was around 10 years old I got to go spend my almost every vacations with my real dad in Italy, since he was out of prison.
He was really hard working, not the most Law abiding citizen, but clearly a smart guy that wanted to have he and his family live a good life. He kinda showed us how kind people could be toward strangers, as we often traveled with no money, it wasn't rare
To sleep outside, inside a bus, or at a stranger's house for a night. We got in touch with our Italian side of the family and it was delightful.
My dad wasn't the best dad, but he too tried. Despite his lack of money and his lack of honesty, he successfully teached us..
My dad wasn't the best dad, but he too tried. Despite his lack of money and his lack of honesty, he successfully teached us..
.. How to be decent people. He had his share of flaws tho, i remember this night where he clearly was rly drunk, so we joked with my bro and told him that he was so drunk that if he was against both of us in chess, he would loose, ( he was really, really good at chess )..
He got mad about the joke and ordered us to play with him, and that if we lost, we had to sleep outside, even tho there was some wild boars around that time.
Obviously, we lost, and he locked us outside, if it wasn't for some friends that had came over during the night, we would have slept there.
But yeah, not the best dad, but we respected him nonetheless...
The 26rh of December 2015 he died
But yeah, not the best dad, but we respected him nonetheless...
The 26rh of December 2015 he died
He was at the hospital, taking care of his parents, our grandparents, and he was constantly by their side for 2 months, eventually they died, and he followed pretty soon because of the stress and fatigue.
We both didn't cry, but our other siblings and my mother cried, but we, my second oldest brother and i, didn't cry, we didn't really grew up with him, even if we respected him, we weren't that close.
So yeah, we didn't have a real father figure growing up, damn, he wasn't a good person, he wasn't honest and most of all he was a coward that ran from his responsibilities, yet i still miss him.
He wasn't the best, but i still consider myself lucky that he's the one I call dad today. It may not have been intentiona, but he teached me a lot. And I hope that anyone else reading this can say this much about their own parents.
Happy fathers day, if yo love yo dad, go hug him, in fact do that to yo mom too.
Gonna delete this thread in 10 mins or so, cuz it's rly got nothin to do here, but im glad i wrote it anyway ^^
