I still have my bio father and still love him to bits. However...the poor guy's never been able to be more than a "fairweather" father as it were. He was in the RAF from age 18, met my mom there (17years old) and they got hitched. My older came along out of the blue, so Mom's RAF career was effectively zapped. She stayed at home (Germany, then) - Dad got to scoot off all over Europe, wherever he got posted, only came home every few months. Then I came along, 3 years later. So Mom was stuck at home with 2 lil brats who hated each others' guts (3 year age gap, got to be the worse one between sisters) while he toddled off all over the joint. Thing is, he never really got over that ideal - he was brought up, by my grandparents (who have rather Victorian ideals themselves) to believe that the "Mommy stayed at home, did everything for Daddy and the kiddies, had no life of her own; Daddy was the main breadwinner, worked hard, but as soon as he came home did exactly ZILCH to help Mommy." Hench why Mom left him five years ago! Don't blame her one bit. But my Old Man, well......he left the RAF 15 years ago, but is still in the mentality that everything should be done for him, that a female counterpart exists solely to cater to his whims. No wonder the poor bloke's been ditched by 3 women since Mom left. And he's never been able to accept the fact he's *whispers*
GETTING OLDER. So every one of his g/f's has been significantly younger'n him. The last one was, well, my ex best mate from college, who I'd known since we were 11. Now people got really freaked about that - hah, they'd be even more freaked if they knew he started seeing her when she was 14, not 16, as they all assumed. Oops! Needless to say, the **** hit the fan when he told me and the family - I blame him (and her) as being one of the main catalysts for my anorexia. But let's not get bitter now
Well, she buggered off earlier this year for a younger man anyway, thank the Lord. And dear old Dad still can't quite accept the fact he's nearing 50. Still plays his guitar with my little brother, still prats around with younger men on his motorbike, still only keeps in contact with me when I'm well and doing ok for myself. When I was in hospital with anorexia, well, let's just say it was his ex g/f who got him to come visit me, not fatherly emotions. Bless.
My father figure, then? No one. Coz I still love my Dad, unconditionally, for all his youthful aspirations and "fairweather" tendencies. I'm a total mug, really....but blood's still thicker than water.