Parental Bonds

So growing up me and my father never really communicated. Mostly because when I went to him about my mother and brothers abuse he just brushed it off and forgot about it. So once both of those factors finally left my life I still couldn't forgive him for never being there for me. It wasn't until my Freshman year of high school that we finally started bonding as father and son. You see the thing was we had moved out of the house and into this little shack between Safeway and the school. Boy I was living large down there and things get better. No mother or bratty sisters wreaking World War 3 each day, No more walking to school or taking the bus, and whenever I wanted something it was just a short walk away. So just me and him living large with one exception. The place was a 3 room shack which meant that we both shared a bedroom and it drove me nuts. Since we spent a lot of time together like that we got to bond almost everyday. Someday's we would leave town to go see a movie or go to my favorite restaurant in town and pig out. Everyday I would come home and tell him how my day at school went. Everything seemed so hunky dory but he wasn't happy. He just wouldn't be happy living anywhere but our old home and I couldn't be happier living anywhere but our old home. Three wonderful years passed in that little shack and we were as thick as thieves. The sun began to shine on a life that had been midnight black for 13 years and I was soaking up every bit of it but it didn't matter a bit to my father. He had to have the old home back from my mother and one day finally managed to coax the deed off her hands. As fast as it had come into my life the little shack, the place I had come to call home, was leaving it as we packed up and headed for the old home again. I tried everything I could to try and cling to my new life at the little shack but my father would not be persuaded choosing his feelings over mine. So now once again I sit in this prison cell of a room with nightmarish memories for cellmates. Now for almost a full year we never bonded or spoke much to each other until Fridays game. We watched the boys basketball semi-Finals for state together with enough junk food to clog our arteries. Thing was my sisters were in the band and left to play at the game which left me and my father alone for the first time in what felt ages. Seeing what a beautiful day it was we hit the store for charcoal, all the meat we could fit in the cart, and a Puss in Boots DVD. I grilled succulent burgers, hot dogs, sausages, and steaks for four hours straight while watching the game with him. After our team lost we crashed on the couch and watched Puss in Boots. It was the first time we had bonded since we left the little shack. If only there were no daughters and it was just father and son maybe we could have had something. Instead he chooses this old home over me ignoring the bond we were building. Sometimes you just need to let things go so that new and better things can flourish in its space. I gave up his past mistakes that ruined my childhood so why couldn't he give up the house for me.