I used to hate your guts, you came into MY home and pretended to be my Dad, my friend, my male father figure. I had been looking after my household for 3 years after my Dad had left one Christmas when I was 8.
I acted all tough, I was hard. I had been hurt, abandoned by my mother's past men before. Broken promises made, all broken. I had seen her hurt, abused and tortured by men just like you. I would not like, nor trust men again.
Then you came into her life, in your 20's. I'm in my 30's now. I can't imagine what it must have been like. To take on anothers offspring. You are so kind, you have supported me, despite no genetic link. I don't want to call it love... as that would be weird...right? But you have done so much to make my Mum happy. You do everything a real Dad would do for their kids...and more I believe. Attended my Rugby matches, stepped up when asked to coach without hesitation. I'm sorry it took so long, for me to recognise the sacrifices you have made, to make my Mum so happy. Thank you step-dad. You are the greatest Dad.