my story:
it started back in when my real father and my mom got together.they never lived together and he had about 4 kids with two other women. i would see him pretty often when i was younger but as i got older i started to see less and less and finally to a point where i just never saw him.only until recently have i started talkin back with him only because my great uncle died and we were all close to him so i saw my dad at the funeral.we talk every now and then but still not what a father and son relationship should be.
part 2:
well on the flipside it was just me and my mom until i was ten when she met this other complete ****.oh he put on a front too.he was a pastor and on the surface seemed like the good man but i knew from the first momne tmy mom started talkin to this guy that she never needed to be with him.of course i was a ten year old tellin her dont marry him and it seemed to her that i was just jealous that somebody was tryin to take her away from me but i knew this dude was crazy.so they get married and hes my "stepdad" or whatever you wanna call him and to make a long story short, hes what gives pastros bad names.doesnt practice what they preach.preaches order in the home and their own home is out of order.those were the most trying times of my life because he was in the house but was so focused on church,church,church...and basically he was a control freak...he ran all the people out of his church...so now its just me and moms again but God has kept me from losin my mind through these past ten years...
Been on this site for a minute, but haven't posted alot.
But yea, happy Father's Day to all the fathers doing what they gotta do and not bullsh*tting on their job.
I had a good father once, he took care of all 5 of us and everything. He stressed education and made sure we were good children. But over the past few years his relationship with my mother got worse till finally when he tried to keep us in Nigeria, my parent's home country, to go to school. But when my mom wouldn't let us go, it all went down hill. He personally said to us that she would "suffer" for doing that. Recently he has tainted her name in her country among their friends, left us on a foreclosing house his name so she can't do nothing, left a huge debt on the house so now we gotta buy a new house, and has messed up her credit without her knowing all these years so now it's difficult as hell to buy a house now. He never help my mother get anywhere in life in her situations and seems to now give a sh*t what happens to his family. He is now in Nigeria, and ran away with up to $90,000 that was SUPPOSED to be split by the court and from what I hear is gonna pay no type of child support and is what some b*tch over there.
Dang I wrote a lot. Just had to let that all out.
This is basically Mother's day for me and I thank her for everything.
i don't have anythin to vent i have to learn to let go so i can move on in my life and stop thinking bout the past...like alot of other's said father's day is just another day to me also...but i would like to also say happy father's day to my mom...
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Well, here is my story....My Father and Mother got married in 1983 or 84...fug if I know...but I was born in 85...My grandmother and family tried to tell my mother not to marry him, but my Mom said "I'll manage"....welp....in 1992..she couldnt manage any longer...he was lazy and he couldnt hold a spoon to what my mother was making....he left when I was 6 and said to my Mom"Margaret, U and this child won't make it without me" :lol:..if he only knew the livestyle we lived after that :lol:..well, here I am a Young African-American without a father figure in my life..as I grew older...my father disappeared for months at a time and did not call...Why?...I don't know...I heard he was jail a few times over some other chick he was probably cheating on while he was still at home...but yea anyways, as a I grew up..he wasent there...never called...and the only time he did come he would come by for a few minutes and say hello....Basketball Games,Football Games,Graduations,Confirmations,First Communion,Reconciliation(3 Sacraments in the Catholic Church).....never there...but ya know what?...when my mother died...I went over to his little Bachelor Pad and sat down and talked to him....I told him...."You were never a Father to me....EVER"....."Why?...because you didn't do Sh*t for me, but mail a check every month, and look at me now.....I made it...and look at you now....no family,very few true friends, and your apartment"....he was speechless....I didnt want to say anything...but I felt my Mothers presence when I told him this....I proved him wrong....and I will prove others wrong once more
::points to signature::.....TOo headstrong....Too Cocky....Nothing will Stop Me :x
(plays "Heart of a Champion" for Monte) dang homie...
My mother and father were married for a nice amount of time and when I was 2 or 3 they got divorced. I saw him somewhat often afterwards, and as times went by I missed years w/o seein him at all. My freshmen year of h.s. was when I realized that I had a lot of love for somebody that I didn't know, or see. I went through a few phases and tried my hardest to not feel for him because he don't care. Eventually, I had to just face my feelings, and I discontinued my drive to hate my father. Earlier in the year I started seein him every other month, which was the most I've seen him since I was 3 or 4, and that pretty much sucked, because I was able to see him make a lot of promises about random things without following up them. For my entire life he's lived in the same town as me (which is 1.5 miles in length....very small) and never made any effort to stop by and just spend time with his kids. anyway I gotta phone call...Today my mother birthday too...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA!
Well..............he left when I was little, no child support, mom worked but we had very little money but those were the best years in my life. I got 1 birthday card, and he spelled my name wrong on it. He came to visit his family last summer, his sister called my mom to tell her he was in town, my mom made me go see him and he didnt understand why i didnt want to hug him, ****. My mom got remarried, and.......................I dont even want to go into that.
I'm over him
