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This poem reminds me of the song by Brad Paisley titled You didn’t have to be.  It is a good song about a step-father being a father when he didn’t have to be.  My step-dad did this for me when my mother met him.  My father wasn’t around since he had a traveling mechanic job.  I was four and my brother was eight.  Wes, my step-dad kept dating my mother after knowing she was a single parent of two little brats.  He would take us with them all kinds of places and it was fun.  He was a young fun guy who helped my mom when she needed it.  But then they got married.  It started to become an authority deal where he was mad I didn’t call him Dad and he became mean.  He didn’t work for ten years and we pretty much became his slaves.  He would manipulate my mom into taking his side and eventually Zach, and even later, I moved out.  I tried to respect him and to just stay out of the way but once I moved into my dad’s house he started being very childish.  I only respect him now because he is the father of my gorgeous, wonderful, little sister.

My dad has finally been a big part of my life and I see how he loves being a parent to my younger sisters and my younger brother.  He has bent over backwards to make my life wonderful and to make up for lost time.  Although I could be jealous that he has been there more for my other siblings, I am not.  I’m just happy they don’t have to grow up in a broken family.  He is a great dad and I am glad he is there for me now.