I know I should be the better person at all times, but more especially on days like today. But on days like today, I feel like being a bitter, petty bitch.
It's father's day. Boog's "father" isn't in his life at all for the past year. Boog hasn't seen him in a year. Hasn't heard from him either. The little contact I've had with him in the last 6 months were not him asking about Boog.
I don't know what to tell Boog when he asks where his daddy is, why he doesn't come visit or play with him. There was no parent handbook when I left the hospital, and I'm damn sure it wouldn't have had a chapter on how to answer questions relating to an absent father. It would have been different if he'd never been part of Boog's life, but I tried damn hard for the first few years to make sure he was. But I just couldn't take on that responsibility anymore and that's when the visits and calls went from occasional to non-existent.
So on this day, I say thank you to my (step) dad and my father for being there for me and for Boog. I say happy father's day to all the dad's I know who are stepping up to be the father they are supposed to be. I say thank you to all the step parents to step up and be the daddy that someone else couldn't be.
But I can't bring myself to say happy father's day to the sorry fuck that contributed DNA to my Boog, my greatest joy, my sarcastic, stubborn, sassy little man.