Fatherhood – Never-ending Love and Never-ending Guilt

Every time I drop my teenage son off at his mother’s after staying with me for the weekend, he waves me off with a look of intense poignancy that tears me apart. He has stayed over almost every weekend since he was six months old. I am his father and his friend. And I’m also guilt-stricken because I can’t be there for him all the time, the way I think I should be.

I’m sure that many fathers feel some kind of “survivor’s guilt”, the same way I do. I’m sure that they look back at their time with their kids and blame themselves if something didn’t work out the way they expected, or if their kid went off the rails. Perhaps they fall in to the tried-and-true blame game: “oh, it’s obviously his mother’s fault, because I only had him on weekends”.

But that’s an easy out. Responsibility is part of the job of being a father. We help to raise, to develop, to forge our children and what they believe, how they act, and ultimately the kind of adult they become.

Every father loves their children. Every father feels responsible for them, no matter how small a part they may play in their upbringing. Often we blame ourselves, and sometimes we’re right to do so, sometimes we’re not.

For a long time I was the stable influence in my son’s life. I had the stable relationship, the stable home environment, the stable job. His mother flitted here and there, never in one place for too long, moving from one relationship to the next and moving my son from school to school at her convenience. Now, through some bitterly ironic twist of the knife, I’m the unstable one, without a home, without a job, without money, without the confidence and influence I previously projected. My son’s mother now has the stable home, the stable relationship, the steady income. She’s now the picture of solidity and commitment that I used to be.

Do I resent it? A little. But I’m also happy that she’s finally found someone she loves, has finally settled down. I’m glad that my son has another father figure, one who is currently far more responsible and upstanding than me.

At one point, I attempted to take my life. Afterwards, I spoke to a psychologist who advised me that I would have been giving my son a life sentence if I had succeeded. She was right, of course. All too often we don’t think about the impact these things have on those around us. We are overtaken by our sadness, pain and selfishness, and don’t care about the consequences. I still feel guilty about the potential impact a successful attempt  may have had on my son.

My son remains the most important person in my life. Sometimes I’m not as attentive as I should be. Sometimes I miss his phone calls because I’m doing something else. Sometimes I’m too critical of him. Sometimes I worry about my own problems more than I worry about him. Sometimes I think that I’m the worst father that ever lived because I’m not there for him when I should be.

But my son loves me. He misses me when I’m not around. He knows that I love him and that I will always be there for him. And when he waves goodbye to me after I drop him off, he knows we’ll be back together next weekend, no matter what.

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry, music, movies, comics, books and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

7 thoughts on “Fatherhood – Never-ending Love and Never-ending Guilt

  1. I appreciate your candidness, it’s refreshing and isn’t easy when you have a child. I was married once before and we didn’t have children. I realize now that this was the best part of the relationship especially since it didn’t work out. Some things take take and it’s often about surrendering to the journey, as hard as that is some times. Life is complicated and we go through peaks and valleys, you will get at the top of your game again.

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    1. Parenting is the single most fulfilling job in the world. Is it any wonder that parents are so hard on themselves? I have ups and downs like anyone, but in the end I love my son and am so proud of the young man he’s become. My constant vacillation and worrying is just me, I guess. I sometimes see other parents and wonder how they can seem so perfect, only to talk to them and realise they feel the same way I do. Parenting – the great equaliser. Thanks for your kind words, Sonyo.

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      1. Yes, I now have a beautiful and inquisitive and smart little girl. She’s 21 months, so she’s little still. It’s a big life changer. I had her late in life because I kept going to school. After my master’s degree I finally had her. I am sure you are hard on yourself because that’s how this works. Most of us are hardest on ourselves.

        But, I do believe we go through transitions in our lives. This transition with career is just that, a transition and the unknown is always the hardest to be comfortable with. But, things have a way of falling in to place. 🙂

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      2. You’re right. The lowest points in our lives are often the most formative. I think it’s fantastic that you decided to have a child later, after getting the education out of the way. Your memories with her are to be cherished, all the more so because you won’t miss anything. ☺️


  2. Steve,

    Your honesty and self-analysis are amazing! If only others could be as introspective as you are, the world would be a better place.

    It sounds like it has been a tough journey for you, but you are prevailing. I wish you all the best.


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    1. Thanks, Dave, I appreciate your feedback. Yes, it’s been a trying few years, and I’m still a weary traveller on the road back. But there is definitely a light at the end of this tunnel.
      Unless it’s some guy with a torch who’s broken down… 😉


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