the world is full of divorced parents who ruin their “first” family and then threaten the world record on disastrous attempts at making another one.
and whilst i have never been overly fond of the familial gathering, i like them even less now i don’t KNOW who i’m related to.
i have step-siblings. adopted siblings. half-siblings. i have some twice my age and some who are still at school. the only thing we have in common is that we have a shitty father.
as i grew up and each of their mothers departed my fathers’ life, i waved fond (or nor so fond) farewell to another 5-year-family and waited for the next one.
so i have a lot of photos of strangers and a lot of nonsensical memories. and for 25 years i did the dance on xmas, easter, fathers day, and birthdays ...
... but i stopped dancing last year and the world came to an end, just as my mother told me it would.
greetings from Heaven. where i don’t talk to my father anymore.