“Big Head” known as Chris, is my mother’s boyfriend and the closest thing I have to a father. I met Chris when I was in the fifth grade; it was about a half a year after my parents divorce was final. I thought he was the coolest guy ever, and I never knew he was going to be my mom’s boyfriend, but I am glad he was and still is.
Chris is a unique person. He grew up in Bakersfield, California with his mother and three brothers. He is a smart, independent person. His parents got divorced when he was young so he always took care of himself. He always took care of his school work without being told. He was really into sports and had to go through all of that with out his parents support. I believe that is why he is the person he is today.
My “Big Head” is who I call my dad. He has cared and provided for me over half of my life, way more than anything my father could have done. He was that helped me with my school work and helped shoot to get good grades. I feel me being in college today has a big thing to do with my “Big Head.” But he didn’t just help me; he took care of my mom and sister as well. He helped my sister with so much and has helped her become a mature responsible person. And of course he takes care of my mom. They are very happy and he does whatever he can to make sure she is okay. As I am away this is a comforting thing to see since my dad was never there to make my mom feel special. I feel he is always there for us because he never had that. I feel he doesn’t want us to have to deal with everything on our own and that is why he is always there.
Dads are the ones you rely on. The ones girls think can make everything okay. My biological father was never there to do that, but I was blessed with Chris. He was always there when I was down always tried to make me feel better. When I would have relationship issues he would be the one to try to give advice, even if it was something I would never do I was thankful he cared. I can call him my father because he was there in the most important things in my life where my father should have been. He was always at my sporting competitions, school events, proms, my graduation, and most importantly watching me go off to college. Those are the most important things in a girl’s life that she relies on from her father, and Chris has never let me down.
Chris is really important to me. I feel if I didn’t have him in my life I would be a different person. He has helped my family so much and we are all grateful for that. He has helped emotionally and finically, and continues to help. All I can say is that I was blessed with a “Big Head” and I am proud to call him my father.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Divorce
My biggest struggle in life was when I had to go though my parents divorce. I knew my father was doing bad things, but I was his little girl, I never wanted to let him go. It was and still is the hardest thing growing up without him.
My parents met in high school, and got pregnant very young. They had my older sister when my mom was sixteen years old, and had me not too long after. My parents were twenty-three and nineteen years old with and already had 2 kids. They did everything they could to keep me and my sister happy. They lasted seven years and then my mom could not take it anymore. My father was doing bad things and my mom had to get my sister and me out of there. My father was into drinking, drugs, and other women. My mom knew all of this but stayed with my dad so my sister and I would have a father. After we moved to Las Vegas my mom thought my dad was going to turn his life around and take care of his family, but she was wrong. My father lost his job, started pawning nice things in our house, and didn’t pay any bills. It got to the point we didn’t even have hot water to bathe. But no matter what my mother took care of us. She would leave buckets of water outside so they could get warm in the sun, then she would give us baths. After that was when my mother said “I’ve had enough! I want a divorce!”
I was eight or nine when my parents got divorced. I did not really know what was going on until my mom, sister, and I moved in with my grandparents. My mom sat me down and told me I wouldn’t be seeing my daddy anymore. I was so upset; I got so mad at her and thought she was just taking him away from me. It wasn’t until high school I found out the real truth about my father. He never cared about my sister and I. Whenever we would invite him to an important event (like birthdays) he would always prove he was the same old dad. We would build “okay” relationships with him then he would blow it. Now we just don’t talk, I had to go to proms, sports, graduation, and college without him. But I know if my mom never made that decision I wouldn’t even be in college today.
I believe his was my biggest struggle in life. I was always daddy’s little girl, until I found out the real him. It was and still is hard growing up without him, but I was blessed with a wonderful mother and wonderful grandparents. I also have a wonderful father figure in my life who is my mom’s boyfriend. He really took place of my father since I was in the 7th or 8th grade. And that was when I realized this was a struggle. Yeah I still don’t have my real father in my life, but why waste happiness when I am surrounded but many others who support me.
My parents met in high school, and got pregnant very young. They had my older sister when my mom was sixteen years old, and had me not too long after. My parents were twenty-three and nineteen years old with and already had 2 kids. They did everything they could to keep me and my sister happy. They lasted seven years and then my mom could not take it anymore. My father was doing bad things and my mom had to get my sister and me out of there. My father was into drinking, drugs, and other women. My mom knew all of this but stayed with my dad so my sister and I would have a father. After we moved to Las Vegas my mom thought my dad was going to turn his life around and take care of his family, but she was wrong. My father lost his job, started pawning nice things in our house, and didn’t pay any bills. It got to the point we didn’t even have hot water to bathe. But no matter what my mother took care of us. She would leave buckets of water outside so they could get warm in the sun, then she would give us baths. After that was when my mother said “I’ve had enough! I want a divorce!”
I was eight or nine when my parents got divorced. I did not really know what was going on until my mom, sister, and I moved in with my grandparents. My mom sat me down and told me I wouldn’t be seeing my daddy anymore. I was so upset; I got so mad at her and thought she was just taking him away from me. It wasn’t until high school I found out the real truth about my father. He never cared about my sister and I. Whenever we would invite him to an important event (like birthdays) he would always prove he was the same old dad. We would build “okay” relationships with him then he would blow it. Now we just don’t talk, I had to go to proms, sports, graduation, and college without him. But I know if my mom never made that decision I wouldn’t even be in college today.
I believe his was my biggest struggle in life. I was always daddy’s little girl, until I found out the real him. It was and still is hard growing up without him, but I was blessed with a wonderful mother and wonderful grandparents. I also have a wonderful father figure in my life who is my mom’s boyfriend. He really took place of my father since I was in the 7th or 8th grade. And that was when I realized this was a struggle. Yeah I still don’t have my real father in my life, but why waste happiness when I am surrounded but many others who support me.
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