The only thing I can really associate with my dad are arguments, shouting matches, and a bit of drama worthy of the West End. We grew up skint. Mum worked her socks off, often staying late at her job just to put food on the table, while Dad spent his time seeking out a reason to kick off. One day, we popped down to the local market to buy some veg. The bloke at the stall had a laugh with Mum, and we all chuckled. Dad, of course, gave her a stare colder than a January morning in Manchester and kept schtum.
When we got home, all hell broke loose. He yelled so loud the entire street probably got an earful. Later, he ended up hitting Mum. Then there was another classic moment: Dads mate made a joke about me looking absolutely nothing like him, more like Mum really, and said I hadnt got a single thing from Dad. I was twelve at the time. Not long after, Dad bailed on us, claiming Mum had spoiled me rotten.
After that, we barely had enough spare change for groceries. Dad never bothered to pay child maintenance. Mum didnt want to go to court and kick up a fuss, so she soldiered on by herself. She had to find another job, bless her. While I slogged it out at school, I gave everything to get into uni. Eventually, scored myself a job.
Then, I finally got married and could give Mum a helping hand at last. Just recently, though, I got a message. It was Dadout of the blue. He reckons he wants to reconnect and all that. Honestly, Ive got no clue what to do. Some people say I should meet him, sit down for a chat. Honestly, Im not exactly chomping at the bit. I still remember that day he walked out. Hes just a stranger to me now. Doesnt bring back any happy memories. For now, Ive decided not to mention the message to Mum. I really dont know what to do.
