“What am I supposed to do?” The father(s) I lost and the decisions I make alone.

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I just turned 30. And sometimes, I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing.

“Can I afford to move to a nicer apartment?” “Is this the right job for me?” “What does it mean when a woman says x”.

These are just a few of the questions I wish I could pick up the phone and call my “Dad” about.

But, like countless young males across the world right now, I don’t have one.

Or at least not one that I can comfortably refer to as “Dad” and pick up the phone and call.

My father left. Abandoned myself, my mother, and my siblings.

My former stepfather died. Left a wave of chaos in my family behind him and committed suicide.

So, I solve these daily issues mostly by myself.

Sure, I’ve got a lot of support around me – my friends, my family, my support group, my therapist, a network of older men I admire as father figures, and more. But really, the biggest decisions of my life are ultimately my choice, even when those decisions are really tough and all I want to do is ask for help. For guidance. For perspective.

And boy would it be nice to be nice to pick up the phone, and just say, “What am I supposed to do?”.

But I don’t get to do that.

Every day I wake up and know that there is a man out there who chose to leave me. Twice. Who chooses not to be a part of my life. Chooses not to associate with me. And another who extricated himself from my life through a series of horrible decisions.

Each morning I wake up reminded of that gaping whole where loving guidance should be.

And honestly? It sucks.

Now, I’ve managed pretty well for myself these 30 years. I have a great job I really like, a growing following on my blog and LinkedIn, great relationships with my family and friends. I’m debt free, completely healthy, and going places.

It’s when the tough, deep decisions arise that I realize how badly I crave that loving guidance.

The moments when life gets truly confusing, tough, or complicated.

Those are the moments when a Father is what I need.

Not to fix the situation, nor to provide a solution. But to tell me “yea that sucks”, or “I went through that too”, or “I’m sorry you’re struggling with that”. To simply to be there.

Because that’s what a father is for.

When I get hurt. When I struggle with family conflicts. When I don’t understand how plumbing works. When I can’t decide which opportunity to pick, or which opportunities to end.

That’s what a father is for.

I’ve written before about the many father figures I have in my life – coaches, older teammates, uncles, former managers, teachers, etc. – and the incredible ways in which they help fill this gap in my life. I’m incredibly grateful to have so many of them to go to.

But despite the number of father figures I have in my life, I know it will never be the same.

I’ll never know what it’s like to have a man to emulate that I truly love. To have that role model who really wants to pick up the phone to listen to me, be there for me. I’ll never know what it’s like to know that when I fall, I’ll be caught.

So, it’s up to me to catch myself.

It’s up to me to go through life trying my best, doing what I can everyday to be the best man that I can be.

It’s up to me to live by my values, and figure out what I need to do to survive.

It’s up to me to allow myself to fall, and to find a way to catch myself.

Because that’s what I’ve been doing for 30 years.

Catching myself.