I can be angry....

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Andy and I went to NYC last weekend with Jack and had a lovely weekend. We walked the streets of NYC and explored Central park. We went to the Intrepid and a long boat ride around the island of Manhattan.
It was a nice time.
On our ride home we both called our immediate families. My brothers, mom and Andy called his mom and decided to call his father.
His dad answered the phone and Andy wished him Happy Easter Dad.
"heres Jean"
My strong, capable independent husband visibly shrinks.
He deflated in front of me.
Why is it that a man that deserves no respect at all, from a son that wants only to have a father and grand father for his son- walks this planet AT ALL>
Why is this selfish, self absorbed, small minded, egomaniac breathing, when my Dad is a box of dust and a few great pictures.?
My daughters knew what it meant to have a Grandfather, not a Dad but that someone else that is always on your side.
My son, who needs more men in his life because he IS A BOY, has NO GRANDFATHER AT ALL!
Im sorry for people that Fuck Up. I really am, I have F'ed up in my life, but I know what Ive done and have made amends when able and try really hard to do better.
This man apparently takes some pride in breaking his 43 yr old sons pride.
He is the first to question his decisions, doubt his abilities and challenge his capabilities.
People need to know that they have an ally. I always knew that no matter what I did I had someone to say, "its going to be ok"
Andy never had that.
He NEVER had someone get his back.
He has always been virtually alone, because there has never been "someone"/
Until now.
He has me, and he has Jack.
I believe that the Fathering Andy does is so pure, because he HAD NO ONE TO SHOW HIM.
He makes mistakes, he can difficult to work with, he can be stubborn.
I know that, believe me I know that.
But no one could LOVE this boy more than his Father. That is worth more than anything.
I am sorry his Dad is an asshole.
I am more sorry he doesnt reside in a fancy wooden box on his wifes bedside table, while my Dad sits on our porch and watches Jack run around in the mud.
Brutally honest sometimes... I warned you.

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