Random Thoughts About Life

This morning I woke up thinking about my dad. Possibly because someone had posted something on Facebook about having the best dad in the world. I know that everyone says that, and the truth is that if a dad has stuck around in your life then that makes them pretty great to start with. I hate it when people who have both their mum and dad in the same house (or even in the same country!) talk about how they hate their dads and that they're so annoying etc etc. How do you think I feel? My dad left when I was about three (i think) and when I was eight he married my step mum. About four years ago, maybe a little less, they moved to France taking my two little sisters with them (obviously as kids that age can't exactly be left behind). I hate it. I hate that they are always so far away. I see my dad every so often when he comes over to England for work, but that's only every couple of months. I see my sisters for about two weeks once a year. It really does kill me but then I think, I have to be grateful that my dad even wanted to keep contact. There are plenty of dads out there that just left their children and disappeared. I sometimes wonder what kind of person I would be if I hadn't have had a father figure in my life. It's impossible to say really, same for if I tried to guess what I would be like if he and my mum had stayed together. But looking at it from my position now, I'm glad that both my parents are married to other people now because if they weren't I wouldn't have my two beautiful little sisters and I wouldn't have either of my step parents. I think for a girl who mostly grew up a single child with one parent around most of the time (I did used to spend every other weekend with my dad but now I wish I had spent longer with him), I didn't turn out too bad. I definitely didn't turn into what the media suggests I should have. So all I wanted to say was that I also think I have pretty amazing parents - my mum for bringing me up and my dad for not deciding to abandon me.