i don't understand this love thing ...

i guess i could just tell him "no" ...




after all - he NEVER
bandaged my "o-wie"s
read me a story
taught me how to play any sports
walked me to school
showed my pictures off to his friends
showed up long enough to let me show him off to my friends
listened to my teenage angst
stood up for me when some boy tried to break my heart
called me up just to say he loved me
gave me money for college
gave me advice on what career i should choose
bought me a new car
bought me any kind of car
comforted me after the divorce ...



he NEVER, not once in my life, did anything to deserve being called my "dad" ...

it was daddy ted who did most of that for me ... he was the one who was always there when i needed a "father" in my life ...

and yet ...

when my biological father asks for my help, whether i want to feel this way or not, just the fact that he IS my father provides me with enough warm & fuzzy feelings {could this be love or a mere semblance of?} to make me want to help him ...



i don't understand it at all ...




he's done nothing to earn my respect or my love ...




and yet ... ... ...




there it is ...




and here we are ...

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