(Scroll down one post for today's Heads Or Tails.)
My (evil) stepdad has been stuck in my head for quite a few days now. This is not uncommon, for even though I've mostly dealt with the issues that came about from my association with him, I haven't forgotten him or what he did to me.
I cannot help but wonder at times how things might have been different if my dad and my mom had stayed together instead of divorcing when I was four years old. I can't help but wonder how things might have been different if my dad hadn't died when I was ten and custody was awarded to my mom and (evil) stepdad. (Even though the abuse started when I was on a visitation at the age of seven.)
These thoughts inevitably lead me to another man that played a part in my life. My mom's third husband, Frank. I was already moved out and married when she married him, so I never really thought of him as my "dad" but he was the only grandpa my kids ever knew.
They had a long and happy marriage.. twenty-five years I think. He passed away about eight years ago. I feel awful for not remembering the exact year, but I know the first trip me and hubby ever made to Florida together was so I could tell him good-bye. He was dying of cancer.
I try not to remember very much about my (evil) stepdad.. but I have so many wonderful memories of my dad and Frank.
I miss them both.