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My dad stopped coming to see me when I was four (after almost three months of bothering!). Apparently my mum told him that he had to visit me on the weekend, not during the week. That would have meant he needed to skip the occasional Friday with his mates.
He didn’t tell anyone he wasn’t going to come. So I sat outside waiting, in front of all the neighbour kids who’d taunted me about not having a dad, for hours (probably about fifteen minutes, but I was four) until my mum came and said she had booked me some horse riding lessons. I was an easy child to bribe!
Sometimes people just aren’t good at being there when it takes anything from them.
There's nothing here!