Disney Lied Life

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Disney lied, life is not a fairy tale. I remember thinking my life would be like a Disney movie, but it was just my mom and I. I always wanted a father I knew I had, I just didn't know why he wasn't around. My grandmother held me once as a child as I cried begging her to let me find him, “He doesn’t know where I am Granma… I need to tell him.” I whimpered. Disney made me believe that someday he would come home with all the birthday cards, a ball to toss, and all the love that I had ever wanted. It wasn't until my late adolescence that I realized that was not the case, and I became very angry, resenting him for years to come. It wasn’t until my early twenties that I came to find acceptance that hating my father was not helping me. He did his best, but it was an awful way to do so. Nonetheless this helped me to understand his choice, fear can make us do stupid things that we regret and wish we could go back, but we can’t. It wasn't until I found acceptance and understanding of people's mistakes that I was able to open up to the idea of any positive …show more content…

I saw him walk into the restaurant and I wasn’t afraid to crack a joke. Probably one that would hurt his feelings, like “you’re late…,” but I didn’t. We sat down and started to talk and very quickly it felt like I was talking to someone I knew my whole life. My father and I are identical in the sense that we dress the same, the food we eat, our mannerisms, our hobbies and what drives us. He's opened up so many doors for me over the past 18 months, it’s almost hard to believe that we never had a relationship up until now. It's almost like we have lived our whole lives together. Nature vs nurture, hands down, no question genetics won this one in this father-son relationship, and that's exactly what it became, a father-son relationship. We spent time together and enjoyed each other’s company, most of the time. I felt like he tried too hard to be a parent, but I too am new to this

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