No, there will not be a Father’s Day post.
My husband is a wonderful father. Since the move to New Jersey, he has become as much a co-parent as possible, given that he is away from the home on weekdays. He loves his children and is excellent at things like teaching them to ride bikes and listening to Benjamin talk incessantly.
But I will not be writing an Ode to Daddy for him, because that is for my children to do someday. Plus, I let him sleep in this morning, so he asks for nothing more.
And there will not be a post to my father. There will be nothing about the raving disappointment he was and still is. There will be nothing about his choice to remain married to the stepmother so sadistic that Social Services felt the need to remove his daughters from his house. There will be nothing about his silence while we were starved, beaten, and locked out in the cold.
Because he is simply not eligible for a Father’s Day post.
There are wonderful dads out there – adoptive, step, biological, grand, foster, and so on. To them, I raise a glass, tip a hat, and say a cheer.
But there will not be a Father’s Day post.