Archie Galang

For the longest, I've been mad at my father. Mad at him for what he's done to my mother, mad at him for what he's done to the family, and mad at him for what he's done my to me. But now that he is slowly trying to creep back into my life, and back into my family; i've lost all my anger. I'm no longer mad at him.

But the pieces no longer fit anymore. We try to find common ground, but it's like where can we start picking up. I've never had that person to take me through life's course. Never learned from him how to tie a tie, how to bar bque etc. All that good stuff a son was suppose to learn from his father was never there.

And I'm getting older, finding more about myself than I have in the past. And still he is not here; physically yes, but mentally no. My memories of my father, are of what he left at the house. Abusive, alcaholic, low life. ETC

Maybe one day it will all work out, but its getting late. I know one thing i've learned from this experience. I will be there for my children when I have one.