Personal Narrative: My Deadbeat Dad

My Deadbeat Dad

The minute you hold your baby for the first time is when your life begins. As a mother, I can’t imagine life without my kids, also putting someone before them is unimaginable. Our children are given to us as a gift and I can’t believe some people throw them away. When I think of a father, I think of someone who is supposed to love unconditionally, Teach, protect and most of all be there for us. I was an only child, who grew up with a father who was more out than in my life. He was an alcoholic and he always put other things and people before me. We lived all over the place because his addiction kept him from working and paying the bills. So I would wake up in the morning with no heat, or food in the fridge and somehow my mom would fix the problem. I remember when there came a time when mom could not fix the problem and I was sent to live with other family members while mom was out trying to find dad. Once she found him off to Delaware we went and lived in a motel while mom tried to get dad back on track, but to no avail here we go again. Dad was gone and we are homeless. As a child, I kept asking myself why didn't daddy want to be with us. It seemed like as soon as mom would get us somewhere stable to live dad would come back and ruin everything. …show more content…
He had a new wife and a new life, and the funny thing is that we only lived a few short miles apart. His new wife wanted me in his life so she made sure I saw him once a month for many years. I still never had that daddy daughter relationship with him. He was there for me when my daughter was sick, but I was old enough to realize it was only to show off. He would bring things to the nurses and it seamed like it was more about him than Kasey. After she died he went away again. Know there is no contact between him and my children. All I can say is what a shame for