I was actually born in Long Beach, CA. It was a very bad and dangerous neighborhood back then.
Later I lived in a low income housing project in Sacramento with my Mother after my Father split.
Life was hard.
Mom took 3 jobs and rarely had time for me. I was 3 years old.
It was then that my creativity was born. I would create elaborate scenarios in my mind involving my stuffed animals and even the characters on the cereal boxes as "my friends"
Then my Step-Dad came along & at first provided food & stability before proving to be a violent raging alcoholic.
I've spent a lot of time in my adult life wondering "why me?" Well, I believe our souls choose to come down here and live this specific life with these specific other souls.
Relations with my parents can still at times be triggering and challenging but for the most part they are enriching and rewarding for me today.
My Dad came back around a few years later and hey, a lot of Dads disappear forever so I love him for stepping back up in the best way he knows how. He's also proving to be one of the wisest men I know.
My Step-father has been clean and sober for over 30 years so there's that. And, he makes me laugh on a regular basis & also has a warmth & a simple practicality that often escapes me.
It takes a strong soul to choose a childhood like mine and I'm proud of the fact that I'm still here.
I didn't mean for this to become a Father's Day post but in a sea of "Love you Daddy!" Facebook posts I thought I'd post something more genuine.
I love my Dads, I always will. I love them for choosing this life with me and for sticking it through now 45 years (my age). Happy Fathers Day but mostly just know that I know it isn't happy for everyone & I'm sending love and light to you all ❤️