I guess its about time I wrote about this cause lately it has been on my mind. Most people who know me now that most of my life I have lived with my grandparents and always asked why didn't I live with my mom. And I tell them it was my choice. There was no problem with me living with my mom I just chose to live with my grandparents. Then they would ask the question I would dread the most. They would ask me about my dad. To this day I still don't know what to tell people when they ask about him. I know where he is but there are a few things I don't understand. I have never been able to ask him how he could be a father to my brothers and sisters but not me. I didn't ask for this, nor do my kids. Its almost like he never cared what happened to me. The part that sucks the most is as much as I say I don't care I do and it bothers the hell out of my mom cause she hates that is happening. Oh well it is his loss. I have to kids who I love to death and they have a family that will love him back. So I am finally happy.
