But as I said, that behaviour was usually only when mom wasn't home.īecause of that, I became reluctant to let him in if he dropped by on his own while mom was out. Oh, he usually gave me the creeps, fitting the image of what some of my friends would call a dirty old man. It was also the way he looked at me when mom wasn't around, kind of leering and I would wonder what he was thinking when I saw him doing that. No, it was more like touches on my hands, my arms, my back, my knees, even a couple of times his hand would brush my ass if we passed close to each other. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that he ever touched any private parts, like my pussy or tits, but I always worried that he could be capable of it. Those times, I found that he tended to find an excuse to sit or stand up close to me, perhaps accidentally touch me. It was ok when mom was home, but on several occasions, he came by while mom was out. Annoyingly, he had a nickname for me, he called me Squirrel. But after dad left, mom seemed to invite Uncle Harry around more often, sometimes with Aunt Lynette, but it seemed a lot of times on his own. I think my dad didn't like him because I often heard him making derogatory comments about Uncle Harry. I never had a lot to do with him when I was younger. she was way younger than him, even a couple of years younger than my mom. This was my Uncle Harry, in his second marriage to Aunt Lynette. Although he had a different dad to my mom, they were quite close and their mom - my grandma - being still alive, kept them in regular contact. But then there was mom's step-brother, much older than mom, he must have been way over 50. Some of these guys were passable and most meant well, a couple were neighbours and mom encouraged the husbands of two of her best friends to call by to officially counsel me. Stay on the straight and narrow path, achieve good grades at school and don't get mixed up with the wrong kind of guys, what life obstacles to try to avoid. So, with no dad around day-by-day, I was vulnerable as a 15-year-old teen and mom tryied to encourage me to talk with an assorted array of men that she lined up to supposedly give me sage advice that only a father should. Within weeks of hitting 40, she got the first hint from a close friend of hers about dad's pursuit of the junior baseball team mother, the one who ingratiated herself with dad by bringing the cut-up oranges and washing the team uniforms. Oh my God no, mom was so shattered by dad leaving her at such a critical time in her life that she swore she would never look for a replacement man in her life.Ĭritical time? Well, mom had just turned 40 - the big 4-0 - and had found that age milestone was quite a hurdle to jump over. No, I don't mean that she tried to find a boyfriend to take dad's place. She did her best to find a substitute man to offer guidance to me. I moved interstate to attend college.ĭad had been such a key father figure, a male influence in my life, and even mom recognised that I should have one. Of course, now that I'm 20, I don't even see mom that much. Lately, I'd be lucky to see him from one month to the next. Then, it was more like once a week, then fortnightly. I mean, dad said we'd still catch up a couple of times a week, and we did for the first month. Oh, there were promises, a lot of words that the passage of time would prove didn't mean much. mom was essentially the person he was separating from, the one that he claimed didn't love him anymore. I couldn't believe that he would desert me like that, let alone my brother and mother. I always thought of myself as daddy's little girl so it really did my head in when he left. Mom blamed Dad, said he'd been chasing after this younger woman who was the mother of one of the kids in the little league baseball team that my dad coached. He blamed mom, said she didn't love him anymore. My younger brother and I grew up with a good set of parents - at least in the early years - but my little world was rocked when my dad left us when I was 14. My 20 th birthday was back in November last. My given name is Jennifer although all my friends call me Jen. I guess I've done ok to get this far in life. Thank you to a keen reader who asked me to write this story on a plot line that she suggested.
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