People use to tell me they felt sorry for me because I come from a “broken home.” Let me just say I have never felt like I lived in a broken home. I was 13 when my parents divorced. Just because they were divorced didn’t mean they didn’t love me. To me it was life. You could either dwell on the circumstances or you could grow from it. I’m sure you can guess I didn’t dwell on it.
The summer of 1995 my mom started dating a truck driver named Bruce. He had tattoos (something new to me), drove a cool car, rough on the exterior, yet a softy on the inside. My Freshman year of basketball he never missed a game. He would make a trip to CA every week, but would wait until after my game on Monday nights to leave then hurry back to Kansas for my game on Friday night. Every week he was in the stands cheering. Bruce isn’t the type to holler for just his kid, but also for everyone on the floor. When I or one of my teammates needed to be reminded we need to pull our heads out of our butts he would holler that exactly! LOL The last game of my high school career was a heart breaker. We were a good team and just came up short. After the game we gathered in the locker room and then I went into the stands. Of course I was crying. Bruce came running down the stands to meet me and we both were crying. He didn’t care who saw his tears, because he knew his girl was hurting. Now that’s love!
September 1996 Bruce became an official member of our all girl family when he married my mom. I’m not real sure he knew what he was getting into but here we are 17 years later!
When TNT and I got engaged Brucie bought my wedding dress. He walked me down the aisle along with my dad. He’s always just a phone call away. I’m one lucky girl. He always tells me he’s proud of me. He’s proud that I married a good man, that TNT and I have made a good life for ourselves, that we have a beautiful farm and that we are happy. Just because we don’t share blood means not a damn thing to me! Life is about those you love and who love you no matter what. Thankfully I have that from a rugged truck driver from North Dakota who wasn’t use to have kids around. Let alone a teenage girl and her little sister. He says we changed his life, but you know he’s changed ours!
Not many people are lucky enough to have two dads and a mom who love them unconditionally. Don’t feel sorry for me because I came from a “broken home,” I’m much luckier than some. Our lives are so much more because of Brucie.
Love you Brucie and I’m the luckiest girl to have you as my dad!!