I have a hard time with this day. Fathers day they call it. A day to celebrate the fathers.
I was in middle school when my dad left my mom. According to what I remember, he had a woman on the side.
It's painful because my world is colored because of it. I fear that one day I might do the same... just walk out and leave. And I have a couple of time in my frustration.
And perhaps this is why I have a hard time trusting God at His word, cause I couldn't trust my own father. Cause here I lay in my bed. My mom and sister are at church. I should be the one leading the example, at least... that's what I was always taught at church: that the father, the man of the house, leads his family.
I guess I am my fathers son.
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