I've been craving to talk to MY DAD...about 'STUFF'.
Stuff that men TALK about...
Stuff about the economy, business, finance and history.
Dad knew all that STUFF.
He was straight, firm, unemotional but kind.
He sorted me out. He put me in my place. He helped me with my ABUNDANCE of issues.
Dad was 'the man' in my life.
My best friend.
I have four brothers. (One deceased).
My relationship with my brothers is dysfunctional.
From my observations...
Sons seem to have more competitive relationships with their fathers than daughters.
My brothers rebelled against Dad.
They took the farthest route from the one Dad wanted them to take.
I'm the youngest.
My parents had more money by the time I was born. So there were major differences in our upbringing.
My brothers were sent to state schools. I was sent to private schools. And the list goes on...
It's terrible to be hated by your siblings for something that is out of your control. (I never asked for the privileges that were cast upon me by my parents).
And it never goes away. Siblings NEVER forgive!!!
It's the undercurrent at family get-togethers and that "once-yearly" phone call.
The smiles and hugs mask their disdain.
My brothers despise me for something that isn't even my fault.
They say that women hunt for their fathers in OTHER men. And I know this to be true.
Sex is the vehicle I ride in.
But all I've ever wanted from anyone. (just one fucking person).....is to be unconditionally loved.
I've got writing and acting..
I've got hard dicks that crave my wet cunt every day
I've got men telling me how sexy I am...
I guess that's worth something. Right?
I see through it all Dad.
You're the ONLY man in this universe who has properly SEEN me.
You're my force.
I miss you immensely!
My name is Vanessa de Largie.