And I'd rather be on a rooftop smoking angel dust than writing this post.
cat marnell
father daughter bond
In New York City recently, a father showed up at his daughter’s school swinging, I kid you not, a chain and padlock, demanding to know who was having sexual intercourse with his daughter/
death
Then lunch time will come, but you won't feel like eating. You will instead feel like turning off all the lights and burying your face in a pillow for an hour, not for a real nap, but just to turn everything off.
porn
It almost seemed like my dad was doing the porn equivalent of making a kid smoke a ton of cigarettes as a punishment for catching them smoke, desensitizing me to the thrill of watching porn.
abba
One girl's (fictional) search for her father made me ruminate on my own. Or lack thereof. Because I'm so lazy!
ihtm contest
What had been a complicated father-daughter relationship became an impossible one.
illness
I couldn’t tell you how old I was when I learned to read or when we stopped practicing cursive in school, but I can describe the view from the upper floor of the Columbia-Presbyterian hospital parking garage in almost perfect detail.
fathers
My dad was biking along a busy stretch of road about 10 minutes from our house when he was hit by a guy in a van who had momentarily fallen asleep at the wheel. He died that day.
careers
Being the priest’s kid defined me and my siblings even more so than being the children of a disabled person.
Rebecca in
It Happened To Me,
careers,
Catholicism,
fathers,
priests,
religion,
transubstantiation,
family drama
Dec 13, 2012 at 4:00pm | 57 comments
stalker
I am 31 years old and I have never met my father, but that does not stop him from regularly contacting me online, calling me names and telling me how to live my life.
family
I’ve never had a dad. And that is just fine with me, because the dad I could have had is one I would never, ever want.
daddy issues
Ever wanted to hear your dad recounting how he bedded a 23-year-old ex-student?
weddings
There would be some years when he would send a birthday or Christmas card, some years when he wouldn’t. Months, and then years, would go by without a phone call.
ihtm contest
On September 11, 2001, my father disappeared forever into the dust and flames and papers that rained down on lower Manhattan.
suicide
Most of the time, I feel like I'm getting ready for another gunshot in the night, another life-changing morning when I'll have to figure out how to pick up the pieces and stand tall in the sunlight of my own, personal, post-apocalyptic world.
fathers
Four months after my father’s death, I decided to go back to college and get a bachelor’s degree. I had wanted to eventually do it for myself, sometime in a non-specific future, but it was my father’s death and the crushing depression and anger that I experienced afterwards which catalyzed my decision to do it as soon as I possibly could.
co-parenting
When my ex and I split, I wasn’t quite sure how co-parenting our son was going to work out.
disinheritance
How did it all go so wrong with my father and me? It seems almost like a dream; the images blur and fade when I look too closely. It’s hard to piece together exactly what happened, and when, and why.
daddy issues
I know, duh, right? But here's the actual story.
dads
I had always imagined that if one of my parents' health was failing, it would be such a long, drawn-out process that I would have time to get home to them, to say goodbye. But my dad had died and I hadn't even seen him in four months.
