In the realm of family dynamics, it is often said that daughters marry men who resemble their fathers. Each time this adage crosses my mind, I express gratitude to the universe or fate for my circumstances. I am fortunate that my biological father does not embody the essence of my true father.
As a middle schooler, I often found myself drenched in sweat after riding lessons under the sun. One sweltering day, I turned to my stepfather, who had been watching my lesson, and requested a dollar for a drink from the vending machine. He willingly obliged and helped me into the cool cab of my father’s truck, which had been air-conditioned in anticipation of my lesson’s end.
Once we hit the road, however, my biological father’s demeanor shifted dramatically. “You will never again ask that man for money when I am around. I am your father, and you will ask me for what you need. I will provide what you need,” he proclaimed, his voice a mix of anger and a chilling calmness.
Even at just twelve years old, I was acutely aware of the inconsistencies in his words. Just weeks prior, he had cut off all financial support for my extracurricular activities, leaving my mother, a school nurse, to navigate the costs of my expensive hobby of horseback riding. To help cover expenses, I mucked stalls and watered horses at the stables while my stepfather, a devoted elementary school teacher, stepped in to assist.
In that moment, trapped in the vehicle with a man who seemed consumed by jealousy and anger, I realized he would never be my true father. To the outside world, my biological father appeared charismatic, intelligent, and ambitious. Yet to me, he was a source of fear and disappointment.
My mother made a pivotal decision to divorce my biological father while she was pregnant with me, undoubtedly one of the best parenting choices she ever made. Shortly after my birth, she began a relationship with a teacher at her school, who became a steady and loving presence in my life.
My biological father often referred to me as “Sports Fan,” a label that epitomized our strained relationship; he neither understood nor cared to know me. He imposed strict rules, forbidding television and only taking me on uncomfortable camping trips or subjecting me to lectures about academics. In stark contrast, my stepfather affectionately called me “Bunsarunski,” a whimsical name that felt just right. He encouraged my creativity, let me win at games, and shared joyful moments of play.
While my biological father was married to a lovely woman who was a significant part of my life, their divorce resulted in her disappearance, leaving me confused and hurt. My stepfather, however, remained a steadfast figure, grounding me with his warmth and the joy of his large, loving family.
The expectations set by my biological father were unattainable and unwelcome. On my thirteenth birthday, instead of celebrating, he chose to berate me about my weight, reinforcing the insecurities that had already taken root within me. After that, I made the decision to sever ties with him.
A real father is present through life’s challenges and triumphs: chasing toddlers around, comforting them after falls, supporting them through difficulties, celebrating milestones, and nurturing them with love. My stepfather embodies this role. He is there for every important moment and milestone in my life and continues to be a cherished grandfather to my children.
In essence, my stepfather is my real father.
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In summary, the distinction between biological and true fatherhood is profound, and love, support, and presence define what it means to be a real father.
Keyphrase: My True Father
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