I love my mother and appreciate everything she has done. She‘s sacrificed a lot as a single parent and I couldn’t ask for a better mother. This whole time, I always thought I was just a mistake, but my mother wanted me, she wanted a baby.
Somehow, my father was a charmer back in the days and he wooed my mother. My mother was really happy with my father before I came into the world, but as soon as she got pregnant, things changed. My father turned into a slick, cheating, liar, and started using substances and drinking more than he should have. This was all before I was born and as soon I came into this world, things got worse. He started selling and abusing drugs, went out a lot, even had sex with multiple women. Karma got to him though when he got sent to prison.
Being a kid and growing up, I never understood why my father was never there for me. He didn’t teach me how to ride a bike or drive a car, and he never took me on those cute father-daughter dates. I never knew how those experiences felt because I never had that with my father. He spent most of my life in jail because of drugs or because he didn’t pay child support. I just always thought that he didn’t love me or didn’t want me, and thus the reason why he was never there for me. I depended mostly on my mother for just about everything as times have been tough for the both of us. I thought it didn’t matter that I didn’t have a father in my life because I got so used to not having one.