When my mom was seventeen she found out she was pregnant for me. Her and my dad had been dating awhile; but, when she told him that she was pregnant, he left her. He did not just leave her though; he left me, too. He left a little girl without a father. When I was two, my mom told me that my dad called and wanted to meet me. My mom did not want me not to have a father so she told him yes. He came twice to meet me, and then stopped coming. From those two times, I have some of the only pictures of my dad and I. It makes me super sad that some of the only pictures I have with him are ones my mom took the two times he actually wanted to see me when I was a baby. He did not try to get ahold of her to see me again until I was seven years old. At that time I knew I did not really like him. He was supposed to be my dad, but he was just some stranger to …show more content…
That is the last time I have talked to this day. When my dad dropped me off after lunch he called my mom and talked to her for the first time in more than ten years. During that conversation, my very persuasive alcoholic mother, convinced my father that she was doing no wrong and that I should be living with her. That I was just being a rebellious teenager. My dad had never really been in the picture and had no idea what kind of person I was, yet alone my mom. They may have been together in high school but that had been twenty years ago, so for him to believe what she had to say had me in shock.
My dad told me that I should listen to what my mom had to say, and move back in with her. I could not believe the words that came out of his mouth. He had never been a part of my life. Then he just wanted to try again one day, but take my moms side, not his daughters side. The one he was trying to reconnect with. I told him that he had never been in my life and to not try and come in to it now and tell me what is best for me when he has absolutely no idea. I hung up the phone after
I never knew my father. I knew of him course, but whenever I asked my mom about it, the story was condensed to something along the lines of
I dont really know what im doing, seems like i never have. From being in grade school and not knowing why God put me here to being in high school and still wondering the same thing. You said you wanted something interesting, yet not sad, but those two things are like best friends.
When my dad and mom met, my mom was only 19 and already had my sister Melody at 17. My dad fell in love with Melody and my mom. He liked my mom so much he lied about his age, he was only 17, but he told her he was 18. About a year later of them dating, my mom got pregnant with me. At that point my parents were gang bangers and did not have jobs. They were barely surviving. Not until about when my mom was 8 months pregnant with me, then my dad realized he was about to be a dad. His eyes opened up because he realized I was going to be his first child. He knew that he was a loser, with no job so he decided to get off his butt and work. Since he had been in jail many, many times, he could not get a job, so he joined the army.
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
However, my father did leave my mother and me when I was a toddler before I could actually remember him. He would call to talk to me a lot throughout the years to let me know that he loved me and he would also visit me sometimes. However, after he left, my mother found another man and gave birth to my three little sisters. I then became a big sister with responsibilities for more than just myself. Having little sisters taught me how to share and play nicely. That experience prepped me for my school years where I would have to get along with a new set of people.
I was awful young enough to not fully be aware of the entire situation. What I did know was that I didn’t want to move into a new house, attend a new school, and definitely not live without my dad. Adapting to my new and different surroundings was very hard for me. I was upset with my dad for his actions because he was the cause of all the changes. I was mainly angry with my mom though for her decision. To my eight year old self, I felt as if it wasn’t fair. I was her precious girl and entire world and I knew she would do anything to see my happy. For that particular reason was why i couldn 't comprehend her decision. I wasn 't happy with the outcome, I hoped she would forgive him and we could be a family
She left him for the better. I didn't see my dad for 2 straight years, I was okay with that i was happy but confused. It was just the three of us Me big sister and my mom that's all i had
Ever since I was a little girl I always wanted my life to be like the ones in movies, but sadly it was not. Having one parent wasn't easy, but my dad did his best to be a great father. My parents separated when I was 7 years old and that was when my childhood changed. Growing up with no mother was difficult, in fact, I felt left out when I would be around my friends because they had both of their parents and did family things together and I didn't. It was very depressing for me because I felt like I was different from everyone else. I also felt like I couldn't do anything or go far with my future goals because I didn't get much support like others did. I never found it easy, but I’m glad I had a father that stood by my side through thick and
The day I was born my biological mother left me. She swaddled me up in blankets and set me on a bench near the entrance of the hospital, knowing that the nurses would walk by and see me. That same day at around seven
Before I was born, my mom wanted me to have my dad in my life and she tried so every hard to keep this little family together. Things were never great nor good to begin with. There was lying, cheating, drugs, and so much
When I was about the age of 13 my dad took me fishing at his favorite fishing spot. We didn’t spend a lot of time together, I thought he was a little too mean instead I would usually talk to my mom. My mom would always tell me that I should spend more time with him, but I just didn’t like to be around him because he always came off as really strict.
So, my mom said that I am going to change with him and that I regret being his daughter because I felt like he didn't love me. My mom told me to don't worry
When my grandma was 17 years old, she became pregnant. The guy was trying to make her get an abortion, but she wasn’t going to listen to him. She was going to have the baby and she wasn’t to give up. It turns out that the baby was my dad. My dad’s name is Joshua Kensler. My dad never met his actual dad, but my grandpa
Before I knew it I was already a junior in high school and life was had taken a turn for the best. My now current step dad John who had been dating my mom for around 3 years by then decided to purpose to my mom. Things got even more exciting when they told me that we were going to be building a brand new house in the same area and to top that off my mom for the first time ever promised this would be our last move, and has kept that promise ever
This time was different. Normally when I ask what happened she says, “You know your father,” or something to that nature. This time was different; she would not talk to me or tell me what happened. I later found out that my dad had shattered his hip and pelvis.