Seems I am not the only one who has problems with his parents. As previously stated, I don’t have a relationship with my father. My mother, on the other hand, has always been around. She just seems to pick and choose when she will be a mother.
I grew up without her. I was made ward of state when I was seven. Later, custody of my sister and I was given to my grandmother. My mother was a drug addict. As is, usually, the case with any fiend, her habits were more important than her family. She was still around though. I did grow up in my maternal grandmother’s home, after all. I witnessed so many things, I wish I hadn’t. Some of the destruction caused is still evident here.
Recently, it would seem that my mother and I were working on some sort of relationship. She is greedy and has never really worked for what she has. She has been on some sort of public aid for most of her life. She never understood that waiting for a check was never good enough for me or just some job. Things were OK as long as I had money. At the beginning of the year, she threw me and my son out. This hurts a lot because I made the decision to stay with her because I thought it would help all of us. I had some bills to pay off, so did she. I ended up paying for everything. Cost me more than it would have to be in my own place. I had just run out of money. She didn’t even give any notice. She went further, to throw out all of my dress clothes, so for a time I couldn’t even go on interviews.
Right now, my brothers can’t wait to get away from her. Her greed is overwhelming. Always has her hand out and ready to tell you what to do with your money. She even has the oldest of my two brothers paying a bill that doesn’t exist.
As for the father, he wasn’t around. His current wife wanted me to be a part of their family. The first Christmas I remember getting a gift from him was the year I met her. Prior to that, I would get I am not going to lie to you. I forgot your birthday.
I was closer to her than I had ever been to him. I am sure she is the reason why my half sister knows who I am and knows enough about me to love me.
I realize I have been very fortunate. I had friends who grew up similarly, some aren’t here to tell their stories. I am just afraid that my son will have the same type of relationship with his mother.
Tags: fatherhood, motherhood, parents