Friday, August 14, 2015

The Dad I Had, The Father I Never Knew

I was shocked as I read the letter my mother slipped into my hand upon her death bed. 

Shocked and angry. 

It turns out, my entire life has been a lie. One lie built upon a web of lies that HE and my mother created. A web of lies that I now had to face unraveling and finding my identity, my TRUE identity. 

I was raised in church, my mom and dad stressing upon me the fact that maintaining my faith and relationship with God was vital. They both beat into me honesty is the best policy and always keep Jesus first.

Turns out, Mom wasn't really big on the whole honesty thing.

My childhood was pretty great. I had loving parents. I was an only child and pretty much had everything I wanted. I'm not saying my life was a bowl of cherries, but it had WAY more ups than it had downs.

My Dad nicknamed me Fritz, short for Snicklefritz, because I was a pretty mischievous kid. I was all about playing pranks on him and my mom, as well as my "Uncle", who was really a family friend. He was the best. He did pretty much anything I wanted and was one of my best friends and idols. I remember that he always made time to watch HR Puff-n-Snuff with me after school. It was our thing. 

He's gone now and so is my mom. 

And the secret is out.

He wasn't just a family friend. 

He was really my father.

Evidently, for 45 of the 50 years my mom and dad were married, she was having an affair with my father. According to the letter, they were madly in love, but couldn't acting on that love because of their respective spouses. So, they lived in secret, never really marrying, but being more in love than they were with the ones they did marry.

I was a product of that love and their only child. Ever.

I sat in my car, crying because my mother was no longer with me. Crying because I just had my life tipped upside down. A familiar jingle came on and I found myself sobbing. We always sang this together, my mom and I.

As I drive home and think about my kids, I find that I can't be angry. I just can't. I understand why they did it. I would never want to know if my kids weren't mind. They are my world, my everything. Walking into my house, I look at my little boy and girl, giggling over a game or something on their iPad and I know they made the right decision.

"I forgive you, Mom and Dad. And I love you for it...."

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

This is the fourth installment of a fictional story series I've been doing with this challenge. Click the links below to read the previous installments.
Star-Crossed Lovers
The Heart Wants What It Wants
She Hath No Fury

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them. 
I’m using: snicklefritz ~  bowl of cherries ~ HR Puff-n-Stuff ~ jingle ~ iPad ~ church              
They were submitted by: Cluttered Genius

Baking in a Tornado                             
Spatulas on Parade                         
The Bergham's Life Chronicles                   
Stacy Sews and Schools                
Southern Belle Charm                       
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy                           
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo                                
Someone Else’s Genius                      
Never Ever Give Up Hope                         
Confessions of a part-time working mom            
Searching for Sanity                      
Juicebox Confession                     
Cluttered Genius                                
The Angrivated Mom                        


  1. I really hope this was a purely fictional story. I can't imagine learning something that polarizing and not being able to ask the questions that would be running through my head.

  2. I am going to assume this is a true story and it is the perfect story of forgiveness. A key to forgiveness is understanding and that is position you chose - my hat is definitely off to you but I can't imagine the shock and emotions you went through.

  3. I am beyond impressed that you worked those words into this story. Great job!

  4. Love the route you took and the way you worked the words into the story. ❤

  5. Oh my goodness, those crazy words! And you managed to fit them into your serious story.
    Nice job on the writing and on forgiving - fictional or not!

  6. Great story! Excellent use of your words!
    Had I written this, it would have been more truth than fiction. Great read!

  7. WOW!!!! Oh, WOW!! GREAT use of your words! So impressed!!!!

  8. wow, those are crazy words and you rocked it. What a secret revealed, to live life thinkng one thing, then to have it all change. It makes you think how different life would be if the truth was revealed from the beginning.

  9. Knowing the truth - better late than never. At least she could forgive.


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