When I was little, my father asked my mother to live separately for a while, saying that they needed a break from each other and that he needed to sort himself out.
My mother agreed, but later it turned out that he had another woman. So he and my mother divorced.
What my mother earned was barely enough to live on. I had to deny myself everything. Since then, I have hated my dad for what he did. He didn’t even pay alimony.
Fortunately, we had a place to live. We inherited a two-room apartment from my grandmother, where we lived. When I turned eighteen, my mother passed away. So I was left all alone.
My dad did not come to my mom’s funeral, but he showed up seven years later. He apologized, saying that he had missed me a lot all this time, and he was also ashamed of what he had done, so he was afraid to come. But in fact, it turned out that he wanted to live with me. He also decided to bring his new woman to me.
I refused, explaining that I was doing well on my own. He was a complete stranger to me, and I had gotten used to living without my father for so long. My father called me an ungrateful selfish person, because for what he did for me, I should let him in. But I have another question – what did he do? Nothing! Actually, he showed me what kind of man I shouldn’t look for in a family. That’s it!
Four more years passed. During this time, I got a husband and a son. We lived a quiet, happy life. Until one day my dad reappeared in my life.
He once again reminded me that I had to take him in. He told me about his mistress who kicked him out of the house and now he has nowhere to go. He has no one left but me. And I have to help him. Isn’t that right? Why didn’t he show me this by example? Did he say that I should thank him for my life? That’s great!
It was getting dark outside, so I let him stay overnight. In the morning, I told him that he was going to live with my maternal uncle, who needed help with the housework. My uncle was happy to hear this news, which is not the case with my father. However, he agreed, and what else could he do?
I still don’t understand why I should be grateful to him. He left my mom and me, we often had no money to buy bread, I wore out my old shoes, wore a summer jacket in the winter, and he was arranging his personal life.
The fact that he gave me life does not mean that I should now accept a stranger in my home.
