Two families to worry about

A lot of people probably think it's pretty cool to have to families. I mean, it makes sense. I have two father figures in my life now, and they have different strengths. I've decided that the best way to distinguish between the two is that my dad is the guy who raised me and my father is the guy who I'm biologically related to. I like that better than my adoptive father and my first/natural/biological/birth father. So I have my dad and my father. Two different guys. And there are things I go to my dad about, and things I go to my father about.

My dad was there for me growing up. He was the guy who went to my dance recitals. He took care of me, provided for me, and taught me life's lessons. That being said, he doesn't get my personality. We are too different to really get a long well. My father may not have been there for me as a kid, but he gets my personality. He also has the benefit of being on my side when I need someone. He only knows me. So he has that going for him too. So if I need to vent, or need advice about something, he's a pretty good person to ask. I think most importantly, I have two father figures who love me and care about me.

So that's all great and wonderful. There are definitely some drawbacks though. First of all, I have two guys who are looking out for me. That means they both worry about me. I tell my dad that I'm going away for the weekend to visit friends and I get the "be safe" lecture. I mention it to my father, and I get the same "be safe" lecture, just in a different tone. I have to text both of them when I get there so they won't worry. And I have a feeling if my heart gets broken, the breaker is going to have two guys who are not so happy with him.

Not only do they worry about me, but I worry about them. My father took a random, unplanned week off of work. He texted me the first day of his week off and let me know that he wasn't going to work for the week and he'd explain later. I asked if it was a vacation, thinking it was weird that he didn't tell me about a vacation the week before because I had told him I was going away for a week. I was told "not really" and it had something to do with sleep and he'd tell me later. So naturally I freaked out. Like seriously freaked out. What could that mean? It was so cryptic. I called my usual friends that I freak out to and they couldn't figure it out either. Was my father sick? He never sleeps because he's so busy, did it catch up with him? He's young, but old enough to be worried about. I have one sick parents right now, I'm petrified I'll have another. He emailed me the next day and explained. He wasn't sick, just needed a break and already had taken a few days off for his anniversary and NeverTooLate's birthday.

Having two families has it's benefits, but having another family to worry about isn't one of them. But I guess if I really have to be honest with myself, it's all worth it for me. That worry is because I care about my other family. They might not know I exist, but I still care. And I think I'd rather care than not. Ask me next week and see if my opinion changes.