Aw coyote I just read your post about Sundays
thanks for sharing...
You made me remember some of my confused feelings as well, when I was little and I never knew when my dad was going to visit and for how long. I was 3 then and didn't even know words to name the feelings. IT WAS ALWAYS UP TO HIM, his work schedules and vacation days. And I always had to share him with my sister, and later, stepmom. The moments we have been together -just the two of us- have been SO SCARCE 25 years later. Yes, no wonder the guys I like are always the ones able to give morsels of attention.
Recently I saw some pics when my dad got married again in Hawaii 20 years ago. Our home was this huge, cold space with his ghost. My mom was devastated, my sis was acting up starting her adolescence and I was ... confused. Meanwhile he was at the beach living a romance as if none of us existed... ouch