This was my post last year for father’s day. Not much has changed, well that’s not true. I’m even more bitter about the day and the non-stop nagging from social media, adverts etc extolling me to show dad I CARE by spending money.

I wish someone would make an honest card line for folks who have a shit time on Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, other hallmark days that try to do more of guilting you into showing affection by spending money than by actually caring for a parent or grandparent.

Still angry and I doubt that will change.

The random musings of a 1973 Original

This was originally posted 12 years ago on my Livejournal, and I’ve copied the text over since that blog is pretty locked down, if you went to the post here; it’s even password protected.

Not much has changed since writing this post so long ago in terms of father’s day and how I feel about it. It’s always going  to be a hard day for me I guess. I still snarl at the father’s day adverts that slip by my filters cause of witty phrasing, or terms that weren’t around when I set those filters in place.

It’s hard to see the love I missed out on, the reminder that I was never to have that paternal figure in my life. Instead I got a person who I met in passing, and now have forgotten, same as he forgot me forty-three years ago.

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