We've had a lot going on here lately because of chillier weather and trying to do the "home stead" things that need done, and, well.... we just aren't exciting people, I guess.
My last post about the worms that are trying to slither back into my children's lives, didn't generate as much traffic as I though it would, but a dear friend found my blog and sent me a sweet message, and I appreciated that.
It still hurts, and I still want to run the idiots over with my Jeep, but what's done is done. They both make me sick, but I am thankful that the girls still consider my ex husband their Dad. He was the one who tucked them in, gave kisses, snuggled during scary movies, made us all laugh and helped them grow up into the beautiful young women they are today. He and I may not be married anymore, but he IS their Dad, and I wouldn't change that for anything... ever. He was a wonderful Dad, and I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to raise my children with.
I found a poem I'd like to share and it resonates with how I feel about the whole situation...

Always My Father, but Never My Dad

I'm sorry you missed out when I went to school for the 1st time,
And you didn't have me tell you that you were all mine,
I'm sorry you weren't there to take me to the mall,
And you weren't there to tell me I have to stand tall,
Sorry you weren't the one I saw when I came home that day
Or the one I'd run to when I had a bad day,
I'm sorry you didn't hear me write these, you'd have been so proud,
And you weren't there to lift me up on a cloud,
Sorry you weren't there to tell me there's nothing to fear,
But then again you should have been here,
I'm sorry you weren't the one to teach me to ride a bike,
Or the one who took me on my first ride.
I'm sorry you weren't the one who carried me on his back,
that was my other daddy, the one I actually had!
Or the one who held me tight when strength is what I lacked,
I'm sorry you weren't the one to hold me when I cried,
Or tell me I did great when I really tried,
I'm sorry you were never there to teach me how to cook,
Or there at night to read me my favorite book,
I'm sorry me as a daughter is what you never had,
You will always be my father, but you will never be my dad.

I loved reading this, and I think the girls would say this to their biological jerks (and I can only wish they may already have)...

Thank you to my ex husband for being (and still being) a good Dad.