When “father” means nothing more than “biological” (Mandatory blog 2)

Imagine coming home one day with a sickening realization that everything you knew until that point was pulled out from underneath you. You walk in your house, which is no longer a home because your husband left you, and you see your two toddler children giggling and playing innocently without a clue of reality. You sit down to breathe, and begin sobbing uncontrollably. Quickly you wipe the tears from you face, and straighten up- you do not want your children to see you crying. You look at them and smile as big as you can, and they smile back. All the while frightening thoughts haunt your mind- you’re a single parent now, with no real education; how do you plan on keeping your kids alive and healthy? How are you going to mend your broken heart? Welcome to the life of my mother in the summer of 1990.

So it’s true- my father left us. He left without a care- and pursued a better life for “him” rather than his family. I suppose he looked at it like buying a new car- you drive it until it gets old, and until you see something more desirable. When that time comes you trade in the old car for one that’s more aesthetically pleasing. But, the trouble is you can’t trade off your family, they will always belong to you. I have a non-existent relationship with my father not because I want to, but because he chose to.. (Read more about this in my best/worst traits blog).

With courage, determination and a strong-will my mother took on the world. She went through nursing school and gave my sisters and me everything we needed and more. I couldn’t have asked God to give me a better mother- because she is the best. I have learned so much from her, and a lot of my ambition comes from my mom’s struggles. She is my hero, and I love her so much. My mom is the only person who has been with me through EVERYTHING, and I will be forever thankful and grateful to her because of it. We are extremely close, and if I ever have a problem, or just need someone to talk to- she is the first person I call. We talk about everything, and I visit her about twice a week. I realize that I was not born in the most financially favorable situation, but it was over-compensated for many times over because of the woman my mother is. She’s my guiding light through struggles and the unknown- I love you mom :)

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