Another Day Another Drama

Me again...Easter Sunday. While I appreciate the meaning of the day...it was another holiday with yet another family gathering. Mom gets bitchy and starts her cleaning frenzy. Fun, fun, fun. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad. I did enjoy watching the girls hunt eggs, and, all in all, the family got along fairly well.

The girls had a blast and didn't even realize their father neglected to call them to wish them a Happy Easter...I wonder if they'll realize it tomorrow. ...she's here for a chat...says "Mommy I miss my daddy, he didn't even pick us up for Easter. He didn't even pick up (insert my youngest daughter's name here)for her birthday. She must be telepathically linked to me. lol. I hate these conversations. I never know how to make up for his selfishness and pathetic parenting skills. I suppose it's not my problem to make up for. It hurts my children. It hurts me.

She asks if she can call him...so I dial. No answer. So tonight she'll miss him again.

On our way to the movies tonight, I pictured him doing the daddy thing with his boys. I wondered how he could go through all the motions with them, and not feel compelled to call his daughters. Actually, I do know how he could do it. He's forgotten. He forgot to call on my daughter's birthday. He'll forget more often as time goes by.

It makes me sad that they won't have that father figure as young children. Makes me feel inadequate...like I've failed them somehow. I know it wasn't my failure...I know that...but I don't feel that.