tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post5826442051255989090..comments2023-10-30T09:21:43.225-05:00Comments on Snooty Primadona's Sparkling Outlook On Life... Or Not: I Never Danced With My Father, But That Was His Decision.... Close The Wounds And Hide The ScotchUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-6322031547980675562010-09-29T03:57:35.526-05:002010-09-29T03:57:35.526-05:00Wow. You said this so well and I admire you for l...Wow. You said this so well and I admire you for letting it out and sharing. You are a warrior and you made it to a better patch of grass than you might know. Much love. :) xoxoMarilyn *Pink Martinis and Pearls*https://www.blogger.com/profile/16863450285175066156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-60185155745568189492010-09-21T21:10:54.633-05:002010-09-21T21:10:54.633-05:00You seem to have found a way to be happy without h...You seem to have found a way to be happy without having a father in your life. Look where you are and who you are. Perhaps you should thank him. Yeah right! You turned into the wonderful person you are because of your life experiences, of which he is one. Too bad you won't ever be able to whop him up the side of the head to make him understand that. <br /><br />My parents stayed together for over 50 years. My father was always there. He kept the belt and his sharp tongue at the ready, just in case of some small perceived transgression. In 1980, I was alone in Dallas with two young children and a husband who was the Tiger Woods of the printing industry. When I needed a father most, he accused me of being the reason my husband was like he was. My father was never there for me or my brother, and he wasn't there when I needed him most. He passed away in 2002. I still haven't shed a tear. Although I will admit to being sad. Only because his death ended any chance of ever having a good relationship with my father. Something I always wished for, but in my heart always knew was impossible. Wouldn't it have been nice to have a father to make you feel safe? One you could talk to and laugh with? Sorry, didn't mean to write a book. ;)<br /><br />You rock Snooty!Roanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01841824351740989301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-10971074973473752412010-09-10T16:17:29.144-05:002010-09-10T16:17:29.144-05:00Wow. I could have written this post. Except, like ...Wow. I could have written this post. Except, like brneyedgal967, my Mom also remarried a person who was so ready, willing and able to be a father to me that he legally adopted me. Until about 8 years ago, a couple of years after my husband's death and a couple more years on top of that after my mother's death, that he inexplicably walked out of my life, never to be heard from again. To be honest, I don't know which hurt more, the 1st asshole father or the second asshold father. For right now, there are only two things I know for sure: 1) I do not...cannot...think about it too much, and 2)the problem lies with them, not with me. I'm a good person with an honorable character. Them? Not so much.<br /><br />I'm so sorry that your childhood had to be so much like mine...but think it's a testament to the human spirit that, in spite of it all, we both turned out so awesome. :)kim-dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11650811256788756378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-39438613187155983362010-09-09T15:10:06.352-05:002010-09-09T15:10:06.352-05:00I had some similar thoughts to this over the weeke...I had some similar thoughts to this over the weekend while we were on our road trip. It occured to me that my mother not only dammaged me, but my oldest as well when I allowed her access. It made me wonder how long, how many generations are impacted by one careless parent. <br /><br />Happy almost 33 years with Mr. Snooty! Y'all are a marvelous Mom and Dad to your kids!Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00204195066864717389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-56025450836499011972010-09-09T14:37:24.986-05:002010-09-09T14:37:24.986-05:00Hi Miss Snoots. I never danced with my dad either,...Hi Miss Snoots. I never danced with my dad either, He died the year before I married. But I was lucky. He worshiped the ground I walked on, and I his. <br /><br />Although Doug was 35 when his dad died and his parents never divorced, he never heard "I love you" or "Good job" from either one of them. I found that incredibly sad, just like your story.Bodaciousboomerhttp://Bodaciousboomer.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-49946061490098804832010-09-09T11:21:28.518-05:002010-09-09T11:21:28.518-05:00My parents divorced when I was 12. Thank you for s...My parents divorced when I was 12. Thank you for sharing your story. Even with the best role models we still make mistakes as parents. And you are so right about the grass!<br />xoxo<br />SCBeth Dunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831271413506252133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-51044439621493642702010-09-09T00:39:40.155-05:002010-09-09T00:39:40.155-05:00Gawd, I love you people & I sincerely mean tha...Gawd, I love you people & I sincerely mean that.Snooty Primadonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10023417839687501752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-18942399684989458892010-09-09T00:25:32.341-05:002010-09-09T00:25:32.341-05:00I understand your pain and you are always so eloqu...I understand your pain and you are always so eloquent in expressing the disappointments and heartache your asshole parents inflicted upon you. I'm so glad that you've been able to rise above it all and don't put yourself down - you have been a wonderful and devoted mother, and Mr. Snooty has been a great father and provider. If E & T don't realize it yet, they will when they become parents themselves. As you approach your 33rd wedding anniversary, be sure to toast each other and acknowledge that you may not have been perfect, but you did the best you knew how.<br /><br />I also have an absent biological father, but was fortunate that my mother married my stepfather when I was still young (age 7) and he's "Dad" in every sense of the word. Yet, there's still a missing piece I can identify with you but I don't think mine is quite as painful because I know the asshole absent father has been more than adequately replaced with an endearing man who defines the word "father".<br /><br />I love your portrait you posted on here at age 15. There's a pain and wisdom in your eyes at such an early age that the artist captures. You still have the same look in your eyes, although mixed with more wisdom and peppered with a little more skepticism and such a sassy humor - love you! <br /><br />I have been an absent friend and apologize, although I do stop in time to time to check up on your blog.brneyedgal967https://www.blogger.com/profile/05818759170547148938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-20423360232226783312010-09-08T15:52:26.487-05:002010-09-08T15:52:26.487-05:00I am glad you are reflecting, learning and moving ...I am glad you are reflecting, learning and moving on. Can we unlock the scotch now because I think we should toast to the great Mom you are?!Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625167400178091316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-62456284139232768502010-09-08T12:13:22.619-05:002010-09-08T12:13:22.619-05:00Left out the word DIED. Weird....Left out the word DIED. Weird....Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18440751066438510282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-80061458937520035192010-09-08T12:12:48.719-05:002010-09-08T12:12:48.719-05:00This smacked me upside the head. I was wandering a...This smacked me upside the head. I was wandering around blog land. My Dad when I was 4 1/2, so I grew up without a Dad. I get it. I get the whole darn thing. All of it.<br /><br />A few months ago, my friend told me the song that her daughter was going to play when she danced with her Dad at her wedding...9/25/2010. It is "I Loved You First". <br /><br />We were in the car and thankfully I was not driving. Pain roared up out of my gut and I started bawling, big hiccup bawling. I couldn't stop. Scared the crap out of her. <br /><br />We push it down, but it's still there...even at 55. <br /><br />xoxoxoxoxDebbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18440751066438510282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-45792094990881233192010-09-08T10:46:39.966-05:002010-09-08T10:46:39.966-05:00There is always more grass and depending on how th...There is always more grass and depending on how the light hits it, it can look better. Then you get there, see it is the same grass and the same light...Eh.scargosunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14911826980781124597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734216381949554441.post-24640637776898612382010-09-08T10:45:04.079-05:002010-09-08T10:45:04.079-05:00I think you are a remarkable woman. You chose to ...I think you are a remarkable woman. You chose to not pass on your family legacy. Most never realize that they have that choice! You are one awesome woman!!I Am Woodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10103866761536902069noreply@blogger.com