The week before Christmas, I decided that I was going to send my biological father a Christmas card. Still not sure why I did this, or even wanted to do it, but I did.
Well low and behold, I got a response. Sitting there yesterday reading this typed letter from my father, made me realize why I don't talk to him anymore.
Egotistical...that's it. One word.
The first paragraph goes on to say that he hasn't heard from me since my wedding to the soon to be ex-husband. He hasn't heard from me? Granted, my number has changed but my parents have lived in the same house for 18 years. I think if he really wanted to find me, he could of and would of.
This is the best though. He asked who J was. HA! If he would of looked at that picture hard enough, he could of seen who he was.
I mean really? Look at those boys...how could be not see who he was.
There was so much more to the letter that made me realize that there isn't a reason to talk to him. He's always been consumed in the wife's family that he doesn't realize that he has a daughter here. I'm sorry I didn't go on to a state college, or working at a huge liquor company in the promotions department or at a huge investment company doing very well. I've been busting my ass raising a child and then another child that you will never know.
What burns me even more about the whole thing, is not once in that letter did he ask how the Teen was. Didn't wish him a Merry Christmas, a 'when is he graduating', nothing.
Not that he'll read this but to answer your question Dad, Jacob is your second grandson that you'll probably never meet. Save that card Dad because it's the last one you'll ever get.