Not Really

I do know who he is, but as far as really "knowing" him, no. He's always lived hours away, I have seen him no more than ten times during my fifteen years of life. The last time he visited was Christmas in third grade. It's not that he's a bad guy or dad, it's just we never connected. He's almost sixty years old. He isn't one to express emotions and such, he has two other daughters and I'm guessing he hasn't connected with them much either (I talk to one of them on facebook). We've wrote letters to each other, but after the first exchange ("Hey Daddy, how are you? I'm good, school's good, etc." "Hey, Brittany, I'm good, I'm glad you are."), we run out of things to say to each other. I used to talk on the phone with him, but given up because it was always awkward. Like I said, we never had no idea what to say to each other and because of that we never connected. But I don't mind, I'm doing fine without him and actually the thought of him being in my life is weird.
Sprittany Sprittany
18-21, F
Nov 30, 2012