Sometimes I would wish I never met my biological father but then I think I would always have wondered what he was like.
When I stopped seeing him at 16 years of age, a man who worked with hI'm said that he would never have gone back to work if I hadn't convinced him. I never realiased that I had an impact. But it was too little too late. He would say that I never wanted to do anything. But that wasn't true, I gave up on him. I would go round all bushy tailed and ask if we could have Chinese for tea. He would hesitate and say, we will see. Then I would ask if we could take Lady a walk and he would say his leg was sore. Then I would say can we go up town then and he would say , later. If we had a pizza it always had to be deep.pan and would stay gooey in middle. I liked thin crust. I would make his coffee and he would moan if I left a single drip on the worked tops from my own n grans tea. I knew I would never join the military.
He had a SAD lamp but he was kidding himself . He had depression related to his own thinking and life . Even as a child I easily figured that out. He would always defend himself by saying, health before wealth and I would roll.my eyes and think: sitting there smoking 60 a day and drinking ten plus cups of coffee is not healthy. So I would say youd be better working than sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. I would retreat up stairs to escape his cigarette smoke. I wasn't even good at computer games.