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I wanted to speak about my father, the greatest man I know. I was blessed to have him as a father for he gave me and my family everything he could muster. Since I was ten my mother contracted a rare hypothyroid illness and became a different person ever since. She never stopped loving us kids though. My father took on all the responsibilities of the house hold due to this. I attempted to help him, however, he denied me the opportunity. I asked him “Why not? I’m only trying to help.” My father responded “Cause you need to focus on your studies. I won’t be able to pay for your college or help you in any other way since I left work to help out here. This is the least I can do for you to have the best life you can have.” I will always remember this for the rest of my life. I wish I could thank him more and more for his efforts, however I feel it lays on deaf ears since from all the stress from years of unrest given by my mother who only complained and caused only grief. He formed two strokes and a pulmonary embolism. To this day my father has never looked, talked, or held me the same… Acting as if he’s in a fog with no recognition of his surroundings and I wish I could see him every weekend if possible in the nursing home he’s currently in. I love him and always will.
One of the things I value most in life is love. My luck with women has been horrible as all the women I have had interest in have either used me or turned out to be slutty. These experiences have made me afraid to ask anyone out and I’m afraid I may end up like my father. My father has had three wives and hasn’t loved a single one. He married because marriage is more financially stable than being single. The chick I am into now is really cute and she seems really sweet. I only hope this works out but to be honest I can’t see anyone truly loving me for me.
I am going to be a better father to a child that isn’t mine than my biological father was to me.
Absent.
Irreplaceable.
I needed him.
My child will know love. And me.
I got a letter from my biological father. We’ve been emailing each other for awhile now. I’m so happy, he’s wonderful. Keeping in touch with an adopted child’s parent is very important.
My friends know that I don’t really watch movies but no one knows why I’m so particular. First of all, I don’t like to make myself sad. I’m sad enough as it is so I certainly don’t need any help. Secondly, I’m afraid there will be loud, sudden noises in these movies. And while it doesn’t help that I’m naturally sort of a squeamish, a few years ago I realized that I sometimes flinched when I was surprised by loud sounds or sudden actions during movies. My father used to beat me and there’s that suspense like in the movies… you never quite know when it’s going to happen, when it’s going to get very, very bad. I just don’t want my involuntary actions to betray this dirty little secret.
For the past six months I have been lying to my family, friends, and work colleagues about being a in relationship with a woman. At first I made it up to draw attention to myself. But then I told my Dad who is dying on cancer about it. He was so happy. Now I just continue to tell the lie as it makes my Dad happy. I hate lying to him. But I will miss him so much when he passes away. Eventually I will need to “break up” with the imaginary woman. But for now I will keep the lie alive and make my Dad happy.
I’m a lesbian. I’m in love with a boy. Who is gay. And my best friend. So really… what does that make me?
I need to stop smoking Spirits. I’m only 19 and addicted to a pack a day.
What can you do when you’ve lost your father to a stroke… but he’s still alive? Is that even a life worth living? Maybe that’s why I party too hard… and get too drunk and make my girlfriend worried sick about me… I’m doing the living he can’t do anymore while he sits in his armchair not speaking and watching Whale Wars.
I would hate to have no voice like him… I don’t even remember what he sounds like… but I see him every day.
I have no father.
When I was 8, my estranged father died. My mother told me he had been “sick.”
When I was 14, I googled his name and came up with the headline “Deputies identify body found in remote area.” He had hanged himself.
I am nearly 18 years old and my mom still doesn’t know that I know. I like to tell myself it’s because I’m strong, I don’t need to talk about it, but deep down I know the truth:
Without this secret, I have no one to blame my problems on… but myself.
I will not fit those shoes I am expected to wear. I will not and refuse to be like my father. I will not keep abusing drugs like he, and I will stand on my own two feet and become something so unexpected. This face may be a resemblance to his, but my actions will not.
This is what I engrave into my brain everyday so I don’t go back to picking up the familiar pleasure. It’s hard and I have slipped and no one knows, but I will make it.
When I was 10 My dad died of a heart attack. My mom raised me all by herself. I thought she would always be around. I’m 27 now, she is my best friend. On March 1st, she was diagnosed with a cancerous brain tumor, out of no where. She is in hospice, and will probably die within the next week. I’m so sad to know that she is leaving me… I’m not sure if I can make it without her. I don’t really believe in god, but I’m thankful to whatever higher power there is for giving me two wonderful parents, and a mother who is so strong. I’m hoping she passed some of her strength and courage on to me… hopefully one day I will have a family of my own and will have daughters and can teach them to be independent, strong women…
Why do bad things happen to good people?
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