He married our mother when we were in middle/elementary school. At that time, we had an every-other-Saturday biological dad who, now as adults, we recount what an absolute piece of fucking shit that guy was in the rare occasions we saw him. Our mother at the time was undiagnosed bipolar. So in the middle of that cluster...you had this young, brilliant, quiet guy passionate about music/music theory and teaching everything he possibly could to young people. He has to stay after class one day and meet the mom of some idiot 2nd grader in his violin class. Turns out, she tightened the strings like an animal and the bridge ruptured in her face the second she hit the first note of “Mary Had A Little Lamb.” (That was me. I was the idiot second grader.) And that was it. He fell in love with our mom, me and my sister.The first few years were rough. Our mom verbally/emotionally abused all 3 of us. We would leave notes for each other around the house because she would freak out if we were talking to each other...she imagined we were conspiring or something. All the while, he stayed. (Eventually, there was a name put to our mom’s imbalance and she’s been just a healthy mom that drives you insane to a normal capacity ever since.)But he stayed through all of that. I’ve never met anyone in my life that’s as refined as they are empathetic.He taught us to look at people. Hear people. Be proud of ourselves, contribute talents. All the while, never actually having to do any of that...he just stepped in and did it.Yeah. What gift can I get that says that? via /r/Gifts https://www.reddit.com/r/Gifts/comments/jtbicp/what_gift_can_i_give_my_father_for_christmas_that/?utm_source=ifttt
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