I have to get this off my chest, this is something that happened a couple of weeks ago and I wasn’t going to post anything about it but a thread on twitter brought it back to my mind and I felt I should put it on here so that I can get it off of my mind.
I haven’t told anyone in real life that this happened and I intend to keep it that way.
So here goes.
Ever since I became a father I have had a premonition of this happening and a couple of weeks ago it finally did.
I was out with the little one and we were down the park playing, she was having a great time running about chasing a ball which she was throwing and running after it.
She was having a great time just running about like a loon and basically tiering herself out.
We were there for about half an hour when it happened.
She ran off well ahead of me and was laughing so I started running after her, not very fast, but running none the less.
I let her get a bit ahead of me so that I didn’t catch her instantly. When some fucking bitch came running over and started screaming at me to get away from her.
You can imagine I was confused.
This woman thought that I was chasing after MY OWN DAUGHTER to kidnap her.
She stood in between me and the wee one and was screaming about calling the police.
I was stunned and FUCKING FURIOUS. I have never been as angry as this in my life.
Jessica (the wee one) at this point turned around and saw that I wasn’t chasing her anymore and started towards me arms out looking upset when this “woman” tried to take hold of her.
I went cold with rage and snarled at her not to even think of touching my daughter.
Jessica ran straight into my arms screaming at the top of her lungs “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” I scooped her up holding her close to me and she buried her face into my neck in floods of tears.
This thing of a human started following me as I walked back to my car and to get the hell out of there. I never looked back and just kept walking because I had to get my daughter out of there. If I stopped and turned to face this woman I would have lost it.
By the time I had gotten back to the car she had calmed down and the tears had stopped she was just looking at me and saying “Daddy?”
I did the only thing I could, I hugged her into me and kissed her on the head to reassure and comfort her saying it was ok.
This thing of a woman had stopped following me by this point and I seen her in the distance on her phone, probably calling the police. I was gone by the time they showed up if they even did I wasn’t waiting to find out.
I got her in the car and drove home. The wee one had calmed down and was back to normal so she was happy sitting at her wee table and chair eating some ice cream.
Me, I was in the kitchen shaking with anger and in tears.
This is my life people are going to be suspicious of me and think I’m some kind of monster who kidnaps kids because I was down the park with my own daughter because it was just the two of us. This wouldn’t happen to my wife if she was on her own, this wouldn’t happen if she was with us, but because I was on my own with a child I’m a monster.
I hate this world.