My Father Went Fishing with His Friends and Forgot My 18th Birthday

I never thought my father would forget one of the most important days of my life, but here we are.

Hi, everyone! My name’s Ryder, and I just turned 18. Before I share what happened on my birthday, let me tell you a bit about my life.

Growing up, things were pretty normal until I hit seven. That’s when the arguments between Mom and Dad started.

She would get angry at him all the time, but I was too young to get what was going on.

Then, boom. I’m eight, and Dad’s gone.

I clearly remember how Mom sat me down that day and said, “Ryder, sweetie, your father won’t be living with us anymore. But you can still see him whenever you want, okay?”

I felt my heart skip a beat. “But why, Mom? Did I do something wrong?”

Mom’s eyes filled with tears, but she smiled. “Oh, no, honey. You didn’t do anything wrong. This isn’t your fault at all.”

“Then why is Dad leaving?”

She took a deep breath. “Well, sometimes grown-ups… they just can’t live together anymore. Your dad and I, we tried really hard to make things work, but sometimes things just don’t work out the way we hope.”

“Can’t you try harder?” I pleaded.

She pulled me into a hug. “We did try, Ryder. For a long time. But sometimes, the kindest thing we can do is to live apart. Your dad and I, we’ll both always love you. That won’t ever change. We just won’t be living in the same house anymore.”

And just like that, my parents were divorced.

Mom joined a school as an elementary school teacher after the divorce. She worked hard to give me a good life, and I’ll always cherish that.

But Dad? He was like a ghost in my life.

Always busy with work, friends, and his endless list of hobbies. Fishing was his favorite.

Every weekend, he’d disappear with his buddies to go fishing. He’d go even when Mom called him a day before to remind him that she’d drop me at his place on Saturday.

Despite everything, a part of me still wanted his attention. I wanted him to notice me, to be proud of me.

As a result, I spent years trying to win his approval, hoping that one day he’d realize how much I needed him.

I was wrong.

With time, it became clear that his priorities were elsewhere.

As my 18th birthday approached, I thought maybe he’d show up this time. After all, turning 18 is a big deal, right?

I planned a small party with Mom and my closest friends. I even texted Dad about it.

His reply? “Sounds great! I’ll try to be there.”

I felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he’d show up this time.

The big day arrived, and Mom went all out. She decorated the house with balloons and banners, baked my favorite cake, and even bought me a new guitar I’d been eyeing for months.

“Mom, this is awesome!” I said, hugging her tight.

She beamed at me. “Only the best for my boy. You deserve it, Ryder.”

Friends started arriving, and soon the house was buzzing with laughter and excitement. But as the hours ticked by, there was no sign of Dad.

I kept checking my phone, hoping he’d text me, but there was nothing.

After a few hours of waiting, I decided to call him. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again and again until he finally picked up. I could hear waves and chatter in the background.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said as if it was just another day.

“Dad, it’s my birthday,” I reminded him, trying not to sound desperate.

“Oh, right. Happy birthday!” he replied. “I’m out on the lake with the guys. I’ll catch you later, okay?”

I hung up without another word. I could feel my eyes sting as my tears blurred my vision. I rushed to my room and hid there until Mom found me.

She sat beside me and put her arm around my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, honey. You know how he is.”

“I know,” I whispered, trying to be strong. But inside, I was shattered.

I couldn’t believe Dad had forgotten my birthday again. I just wanted him to be there for me once. To watch me blow candles on my 18th birthday. Was it too much to ask for?

The days after my birthday were a blur. I pretended everything was fine and plastered on a smile for my friends and Mom, but the truth was otherwise. I felt invisible.

Dad’s absence constantly reminded me that I wasn’t important enough for him.

Finally, I saw his name on my phone screen when he called me a week later. He was acting as if nothing had happened.

“Hey, I got you a gift,” he said. “Want to come over and get it?”

Part of me wanted to tell him to shove it, but another part still held onto that sliver of hope.

So, I agreed.

I was standing outside his house a few hours later.

“There’s my boy! Come on in,” he smiled, “I’ve got something for you.”

He ushered me into the living room where a long, mysterious package was propped against the wall. As I unwrapped it, my heart sank.

My Dad, with a proud grin, handed me a fishing rod.

“What do you think?” he asked. “We can go fishing together sometime!”

I stared at the rod, feeling like I’d been punched in the gut. It was the ultimate betrayal wrapped in shiny paper.

It showed that he didn’t think about what I might want or need. He gave me a symbol of his absence.

The fishing rod reminded me of the very activity that had stolen him away from me.

“Thanks, Dad,” I forced a smile. “It’s… great.”

Somehow, he didn’t seem to notice my lack of enthusiasm.

“I figured it was time you learned the ropes. You’ll have fun!”

I nodded.

“So, how about next weekend?” he asked. “My friends and I are planning a trip. You could join us!”

I looked at him.

I really looked at him.

And that’s when suddenly everything became crystal clear.

The fishing rod wasn’t just a poorly chosen gift but proof that I would never be his priority.

It also made me realize that he wasn’t inviting me into his world. He was only trying to fit me into the spaces between his real interests.

“I… I can’t come next weekend, Dad,” I said. “I’ve got plans with Mom.”

He frowned for a second, but then his smile returned.

“No worries,” he said, “we’ll find another time.”

I knew we wouldn’t. And for the first time, I was okay with that.

As I left his house holding the rod, I felt something shift inside me. I realized I couldn’t keep chasing after someone who couldn’t be there for me.

It was time to let go of the fantasy and accept the reality.

Over the next few months, I focused on the people who genuinely cared about me. Who were they? My mom, friends, and of course, me.

Besides that, I threw myself into my music, practicing guitar for hours.

I also began helping Mom more around the house to thank her for everything she’d done for me over the years.

One evening, as we were doing dishes together, Mom asked, “Have you heard from your father lately?”

I shook my head. “Nah, but it’s okay. I’m done waiting for him to show up.”

She looked at me with sadness. “I’m sorry it turned out this way, Ryder. I always hoped…”

“I know, Mom,” I hugged her. “But I’ve got you, and that’s more than enough.”

She squeezed me tight. “You’re an amazing young man, Ryder. Don’t ever forget that.”

As time passed, I learned that my worth wasn’t tied to Dad’s attention. I found strength in the love and support around me.

Besides, Dad never really changed. He continued his routine, met his friends, and lived in a world where he didn’t have a place for me.

His actions taught me a valuable lesson: Sometimes, people won’t be what you need them to be, and that’s okay. I also learned that it’s important to find happiness within yourself and cherish those who truly see and support you.

The fishing rod? It’s still in my closet, untouched.

Sometimes I think about selling it, but I keep it as a reminder. Not of what I lost, but of what I gained. Self-respect, resilience, and the ability to let go of what I can’t change.

What would you have done if you were in my place?

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