Letters from Bob: Confirmation
As promised here is my letter for today. My parents divorced while I was in middle school (good timing, as if things aren’t hard enough for a 13 year old!). When my father moved out and into an apartment down the street he immediately “hooked up” with the lady (named Louise) across the hall. By immediately I mean like the night he moved in!
Several months later I went through confirmation at church. Our family came and my father was invited as well. He demanded I invite Louise. Let’s re-cap: this was less than 4 months after he moved out & he wanted me to invite this lady he was screwing to a church event where my mom would be?
I refused. It was a family event, she was not part of my family…no matter how many times he screwed her. So in the end he didn’t come. Pretty sad I think, but his loss. {By the way they moved in together a couple months later and then broke up a 2 years after that.}
This is the letter I received with the confirmation card:
My Dearest Daughter,
It saddens me that you were selfish enough to exclude the one person I care about from attending your confirmation. What a well mannered young lady you’re turning out to be. I’m sure your mother is to blame for most of that.
In the future you should know I will expect you to invite Louise and be friendly to her. She loves you kids very much d*mn it! You should treat her with respect.
It’s not her fault you mom and me got divorced. And it’s not mine either. You need to grow up and accept her as part of your new family.
Love,
Dad
Now it’s your turn. Give me your worst dad story & win prizes! Check out the rules here.
My name is Emily. I’m 30 years old. I have often been told that I ask a lot of questions, but I think I have more to say than ask.
Oy. Ouch. And that’s all I have to day about that.
Ugh Ugh Ugh!!!! Most pathetic letter ever. And, DUDE (Fen’s DAD), it’s “your mom and I got divorced” not “your mom and me”…. Sheesh.
Ewwwww. That makes me feel like I need to rinse out my eyes.
Good job refusing to give in and allow her to come. Pretty damn selfish of him if you ask me.
Ok. You do not deserve this.
Second.
Your father needs some serious work in the written sarcasm department–it clearly does not go over well.
You’ve made the right decision to cut him out of your life. Poison is poison. No matter who. No matter what.
I’m really sorry about this.
What. A. Douche.
Is it wrong that I got enjoyment out of the irony of him cursing (damn) in a card sent for religious reasons?
But seriously, that’s remarkably pathetic.
Hey there,
That’s quite a story and, though I’ve known a few men who’ve moved on fast and hard and without much measure of their actions, your Dad may win the prize for callous rat bastard with a severe case of myopia. (And you’ll be happy to know that I’m neither dead or sick or locked in the basement with the sump pump but, a few weeks off from my non-paying job as a blogger feels deliciously relaxing. Soon as I have something even remotely interesting to report I’ll weigh in.)
I’m still hung up on this part of the first sentence, “…the one person I care about.” I guess that says it all, though I’m not sure if he was referring to Louise or, more accurately, himself.
wow. what an asshat.
What a total asshole.
I dont want to enter your contest but i sympathize. My dad left us (mom and 4 kids) when i was 13. He was cheating on my mom, she (the other woman) would come over to the house when he thought me and my sibs were asleep, One night I heard them laughing together and i asked him who was here and he straight up lied and said it was the tv. couple weeks later he and mom were fighting and he up and left. He filed for divorce, and he never paid child support, until a judge ordered his wages garnished (we got $70 dollars a week from him, until he quit that job and then he stopped paying agian). He remarried at some point and had 2 more kids, I have 2 half brothers ive only recently met. Im 30; my half-brothers are 6 and 3.
wow. really…all i can say to that is ouch. and i’m sorry.
i think your dad wins whatever prize you got going for this…really, you should just give yourself a prize for surviving that kind of crap with only, you know, minor issues. and wounds.
what an ass, indeed.
Love to, but dear old dad reads the ol’ bloggerewski.
Your dad should totally win though.
Ouch. That letter stings.