Happy Father's Day to all the stellar stepdads.
Some fathers are there at the starting line. And some fathers step in partway through the race.
My biological dad left my mom when I was a toddler. I don't even remember living with him, and my memories of weekend visits throughout my early childhood are vague. He loved me, I'm sure, but he eventually slipped off the radar. He wasn't abusive or a massive jerk or anything. He just wasn't there.