My father is an alcoholic. He has never abused or purposefully neglected me. He loves me very much, and I love him. He just loves the bottle more.
I pulled this out of an old collection specifically for the launch of #To-Our-Family
, a group that focuses on the familial love that exists despite difficulty, animosity, abuse, pain, and neglect. I strongly encourage all of you to check it out.
Edit: Holy cow!
Thank you for all of the support on this one, guys and gals.
It means a lot!
I support #dALinkSystem
Check out ~this-epiphany
's poem about her father and his cat:
have you seen your father
hugging the cat, my mother asks
& I laugh because I have. the
cat hugs him back, wraps his paws
around my father's neck, rubs
his face against the bristle
of my father's greying beard. &
I imagine my father whispering
sweetly to him & the cat's
low rumble in reply. just yesterday
they were fighting, my father
threatening to drown him
in the lake, cradling a
bird with broken wings, blinking
away tears. he loves them,
every bird & ground squirrel,
buries them & storms around
all day. but by night they are
embracing, my father & his cat,
making peace between themselves
too low for our ears. these
things I cannot hear, but se