Being A Fatherless Child

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As a child, you really don’t prepare yourself for adulthood. Adulthood basically just sneaks up on you then hits your right in the face. During, this rough nineteen years of living I could say I’ve been a lot of different struggles. For me to consider myself a beautiful on the outside you must know my inner beauty that lies within me. I only stand 5ft and 5 inches tall and about only 135 with a glowing smile. As far as my inner beauty, I am victim of an abuse relationship and I grew up without a father figure. I define those obstacles as beauty from within me only because those harsh trials molded into who I am today. Although many things happen for a reason being a fatherless child and a spouse of someone who uses abuse as a getaway is definitely …show more content…

I feel that once a women becomes pregnant with a mans child it is his responsiblilty as well to help raise that child or the other children. I always known whom my real father was but I think he would have left less pain rather if he was unknown. We were almost identical based off our looks. He is 5ft and 8 inches with a muscular built. Also, he is the typical male with a bald head and a mustache. Not only did I have to share my resemblance with this man but we also had the same birthday. I spent my whole life wondering “why he didn’t want man up”. I need his finicinical support, time, and advice. From watching how my grandfather treated my mother as his daughter I formed a lifestyle for what I believe is fit for a man with a kid or kids. My father is suppose to be there to interrogate my first boyfriend to make sure his is the right guy for me, fix everything, and most importantly walk me down the aisle when I feel as though I’ve met “Mr. Right”. My father plays an important role in my life so because he A father is an important person in a child life, but when a father ends up not being their for the child there is so …show more content…

I consider my eighteenth birthday as a turning point in my life. Of course an eighteenth birthday is something special to a person because it the beginning of your life as an adult. Well, my eighteenth birthday was the day I began realizing that I was going into adult hood not knowing my father. That is when I knew what my wish would be as I blew out the eighteen red hot candles. Almost a week after my birthday I began searching using online resources that I thought could help me in my search. The only information I had was his first and last name but little did I know that typing Peter Valdivia in the search engine would bring almost 2,000 names. At first I felt like completely giving up but I knew this could be my only chance so I pushed myself and began to look up every name. I eventually eliminated people by location and age, narrowing the search to fifty men that could be the possible match. Of the fifty profiles given for each man there was very little information. Some of the profiles gave e-mail addresses. So I sent e-mails to the ones that showed their addresses. In the e- mail I described my reasons for contacting them and if they felt this pertained to them they could respond. Almost a month had gone by and I had got

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