My mom left my father when I was four years old because of his drug and alcohol addiction. I might have only been four but that was the day I lost my father. I can’t really remember a time that my father was around for school events, or even my birthdays when I was a child. My father would call me and tell me he was going to pick me up for the weekend, but he would never show up. I can remember sitting by the phone when I was a child just hoping that he would call to talk to me, but he never did. When I got a little older I would call to talk to him, but my step-mom would tell me he was asleep; even though, I could hear him talking in the background. I seemed like he did everything he could to avoid having interaction with me. I hoped that when I got a little older …show more content…
I learned growing up that the worst things in your life can be the best things that ever happened to you. No matter what I did when I was a child, a teenager, or an adult, my father was never there for me like a child needs his father. I learned to be there for my kids no matter what the circumstances are. I learned to tell my kids that I love them, so they know that I will always love them no matter what. I ended up learning about the type of man I wanted to be, and how to be a loving father. I always wanted to be just like my father, but it only took my whole life to find out that I