Problems with dating a divorced dad
This can be a difficult quality to find in this world of overgrown Peter Pans on the hunt for their own Mother figure—a person to handle all the less savory household duties, remind them to go to the doctor, praise them constantly, hinge their daily or long-term plans on what Pan wants or says he needs.
This situation is different, because he already takes on that role for his child while still taking decent care of himself.
It shows a patient man who gives a damn and has a loving heart. However, yeah...dating one of these men summons some unique situations sometimes.
I already knew I was dating a sociable, nice guy, and my dad is the same way, but I don't know how I failed to predict this easy bond. I recently unearthed a red T-shirt that was definitely not mine in a batch of clean laundry I did at bae's house.
Cleaning is one of my favorite forms of therapy, likely because if I'm in a highly cluttered space physically, that transfers mentally and makes me feel like a stressed-out trashcan.
Very early in this relationship, I suggested I help my boyfriend with an intense cleaning sesh of his kitchen.
A few years ago, I started cracking jokes regularly about hot dads.
He also doesn't panic about periods or farts or other body stuff.
I'd like to say this exercise made me resurrect toxic romantic relationships as healthy friendships, but that hasn't quite happened yet (and with some specific ones, I honestly can't see that ever happening).
More than anything, I think it's helped me recognize the hard fact that all humans have faults and, in general, good intentions. (Though to be fair, I can't take credit for the calendar.
And even then, it's not like I leapt from a cake and shouted, "I AM YOUR NEW MOM!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still just a buddy who kicks it from time to time to join in on eating pizza or playing "balloon" or the occasional ride home from school.
When and if my boyfriend wants to explain my role in his life to his child, that's not really up to me.
Since single dads still have to, you know, fund their child, there isn't always a ton of extra dough to fund flippant outings to fancy cocktail bars or jump onto tubing trips you didn't even want to attend in the first place. " And in a more serious sense, it forces you to dissect immature impulses.