The rest of the week was really weird. Step-douche wasn't allowed back and Dad was actually a dad for once. He took us to all of our stuff and to school every morning. It's great having him around and doing this stuff but, I can tell he doesn't like it.
The day of the daddy daughter dance is here and I'm actually kinda excited about it. I mean, dad is still here so that's something. I just got out of school and sit on the bench where I always wait to be picked up. I'm normally picked up first cause my middle school gets out a bit before the elementary school. After about 20 minutes, nobody is here. Hmm. I get my phone out and try calling dad. When he doesn't pick up, I call him again but he doesn't pick up again.
You know how I said he is still here, yeah I don't think that applies anymore. I call mom and she answers.
"Hey honey. Is everything ok?" She asks in a worried tone.
"No. Dad isn't here yet and all the buses have already left. Is he coming?" I ask her.
"What? Your dad hasn't picked you up yet?" She semi yells.
"Yeah." I say to her.
"Ok just wait there. I'll leave work early and come and get you. I'll see you in about 15 minutes." She says hanging up.
I put my phone down and feel my eyes fill up with tears. He's done it again. He left. I cannot believe I thought he would stay this time. I wipe away the tears that threaten to fall. I am not gonna cry over him again. I cried to much last time and I will not do it again. If he wants to go, then he can. Mom did a great job with us without a guy so we don't need dad or step-douche.
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We are at home getting ready for the daddy daughter dance. I really didn't wanna go cause I do not want a repeat of last time but Mom convinced Megan that Dad would not let us down so all four of us are going. Another great daddy-daughter dance experience to add to the memory bank curtesy of my dad and now step dad.
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Once i'm ready, I sit on the bed for a minute. I don't care if dad doesn't come for me, but he should come so that Meg doesn't have the same experience I did. I pick up my phone and call dad. As suspected, I get sent straight to voicemail.
"Hey. I know you're probably listening to this somewhere. Feeling guilty. That's good. You should feel like a piece of crap right now. You're selfsh. You make yourself your top priority all the time. You came back not because you love us or because you wanted to try and fix our relationship. But because Brad was here doing a better job than you ever did. He is a good dad to us and you made him so crazy that he messed up so now we've lost him aswell." I say into the phone so angry I don't even realise I just used his real name. I take a deep breathe and continue. "Megan needs you to be there tonight. If you do not turn up tonight just don't come back at all. I never should've waited for you to come back" I hang up and just hold my phone in my lap. Dylan comes in wearing a fancy shirt and bow tie.
