When my parents divorced, and I was living with my Dad, he kept his dating pretty private. I mean, how can you truly date in a one-bedroom apartment with your high school-aged daughter sleeping in the loft right above?
Dad did introduce me to one woman while we were still living at the condo. It was a little odd. I won’t lie; she looked very similar to my Mom. She was sweet, but they didn’t date for very long. I don’t think you have to guess why that didn’t work out.
When we eventually moved into our house my Dad went back onto whatever dating app he used and started dating again.
Now, before I continue let me give you a little insight/tour into the new house.
Our garage was on the right side of the house. When you walked in through that way, you can either go up a set of stairs, which would lead you to my awesome bedroom with an attached bathroom, OR you could go into the living-room/kitchen area.
From the kitchen, you’d have to go into the front hall, and then you could go up the main staircase, which led you to my Dad’s bedroom.
To get from my Dad’s room to mine, you’d have to walk through a connecting hallway and through the bathroom that connects to my room. It was a pretty sweet set up.
So as you can see my Dad was on one side of the house, while I was on the complete opposite side.
Dad slowly started bringing women home, and eventually, it wasn’t the same woman every time. I swear they were all so similar looking it was confusing. It got to a point where I never said a name, just,“Hey, how are you?” I couldn’t remember names and didn’t ever want to mess that up.
It never bothered me, even though maybe it should have phased me a little bit more then it did. To me, Dad had every right to want to date. I was still pissed off at my Mom who didn’t even wait till they were officially divorced. So for me, I never saw it as an issue. I honestly thought he was The Man for how many chicks he was bringing home.
My Dad had game! He was a handsome man, and he knew it, and hey, having some money couldn’t hurt, could it? Although my Dad never showed off his wealth. You’re going to laugh… I always thought, “Damn! My Dad’s a pimp!” Yes, I know I said pimp, but shit, that’s what I thought.
I always thought well fuck it, good for him as long as I never have to witness anything weird, which with our house I never had to. You could live there and never really have to interact with anyone else because there
Dating didn’t last long, so maybe that helped make it a little less weird. Dad started dating Devon, who was so NOT his type. Unfortunately, there were some unforeseen twists up ahead for Dad. Really, for all of us. Dating kind of got put on the back burner for a little while after Devon.
Looking back at it all as an adult, I do feel a bit strange about the situation, but it is what it is. It didn’t bother me then, and it really doesn’t bother me now either. Dad did what he needed to do. We are all human.
I will say this’ I’d rather that he just kept dating later on because, at the end of it all, my Dad was with one of the WORST people I’ll ever know, and I am genuinely sorry he ended up with someone like her.