I saw my Dad yesterday at a funeral for the first time in ages. He knew nothing about me. He was a stranger. It has brought everything to the surface again and I can't get it out of my head, didn't sleep last night, been feeling like shit all day.
He left my Mum, my younger brother and I in 1980 when I was 6 because he was having it off with some 18 year old who he then married and had three new kids with.
He turned up one day at our house when I was about 9 and said he couldn't have us round for weekends anymore as his new wife couldn't cope with their new kids and us.
His new wife then went about her life quite happily, denying that my Dad had had a family before she came along. Basically, they erased us.
We ended up first in a rented two bedroomed flat, then we got a council house. We struggled like mad. We never went abroad. We had free school meals. My Mum couldn't even afford to buy me a My Little Pony.
In the meantime, my Dad's business took off and we watched him move from detached house to bigger detached house, taking his new kids on holidays to Florida and caravans in theme parks and driving round in BMWs and Mercs. Meanwhile he paid my Mum £17 maintenance a week.
I am now 35 years old and expecting my first baby. It makes me understand even less how somebody could just abandon their children and start all over again. It makes me wonder what we did so wrong that he and his wife couldn't bring themselves to see us one weekend a fortnight. And it makes me wonder why I didn't even receive a birthday card for the last 25 years.
No wonder my brother changed his surname by deed poll.
I don't know how I can get closure on this. It's still doing my head in, even after all these years.