are you guys stirring some stuff up here.
My parents got divorced when I was 9. He wasn't very present as a father when he lived with us, or when he left. He did try some.. I spent time at his house (in the same town) but very often he was late or a no-show.
My mom tried to include him when she could. He came over for most holidays and she threw him a big party for his 50th. He met her boyfriends and they would go to my concerts and shows together. As the years went by they got very close again as friends, talking constantly on the phone, Christmas shopping together, whatever.
Then he met a woman who was quite a bit younger and we never heard from him again. I tried for years to reconnect but nothing worked. The night before my wedding I called and asked him to walk me down the aisle. He did, but it was awkward. He got married the next year. My DH, my aunt (my dad's sister) and I went to the wedding. It was informal with only the "family" having an assigned table. We were not welcomed there. She had a teenaged son and a 9yr old DD that sat there. I spent the day in the corner sobbing so hard DH had to hold me up.
We didn't speak again until I had DD. I called him and they all came to visit. They went on and on about their Disney trip and all the fun they have as a family. When I spoke with him later he couldn't understand why this made me upset. He told me I was an adult and to get over it. He used to call every year on my birthday but that stopped. My second child got no mention ever. I sent cards and updates and got a few Christmas cards from his wife over the years. I told him a few times how this hurt me but just didn't get it.
The last contact I had with him was 14 years ago. I don't think about him much anymore. But last Sunday I got a call from my aunt that he has taken a bad turn and is in the hospital. If I want to see him I should go now. (Oh yes.. and we also found out that he has two more children.. 3 and 5 that are adopted.)
This man threw me and his grandchildren away. I have no desire to drive 7 hours each way to be rejected again. (He has not asked for me.. his wife called my aunt who called me.) The only real thing that makes me feel sad is that I don't feel sad at all.