I just want to start of by saying that my father is not a bad person and he does love me even if he's not very good at showing it. He was not one of those fathers that left my mom, sister and me and didn't have anything to do with us again. He payed child support and we went to visit him every summer, mongolian national day and spring break. I know he loves me but it still hurts after all these years to know our family was not good enough for him. My father left us when I was only three or four years old deciding that another woman and her children where better for him. My mother even considered her a friend prior to the divorce, babysitting her kids and she babysitting us. Therefore, I've known my step mother and step siblings my whole life. I have a lot of resentment towards her because I feel like she stole my father away. She knew he was a married man with a family. To this day I feel like she is more important to him then his own children. When my sister was living with them and got pregnant, my step mother and her were not getting along. My step mother blamed my sister for the problems my father and step mother were having in their marriage. She gave my father an ultimatum of having to choose between her and my sister and of course he chose her. Therefore, my sister was kicked out of his house when she needed him the most. It's caused a strain in their relationship and they barely talk. I was always so jealous of other girls that had fathers that they were close to. I've never been very close to my dad even though we are so much a like. Watching fathers dote on their boys is something I've always pined for. I've always wondered what it must be like to be "Daddy's boys". It's amazing how much my father thinks he knows me but really doesn't. If he would just take the time to call or come visit he would truly know what kind of person his boy really is. He missed out on so many important things growing up. My first day of school, my first play, my first heart break, prom etc... But I managed to overcome everything...
I just want to start of by saying that my father is not a bad person and he does love me even if he's not very good at showing it. He was not one of those fathers that left my mom, sister and me and didn't have anything to do with us again. He payed child support and we went to visit him every summer, mongolian national day and spring break. I know he loves me but it still hurts after all these years to know our family was not good enough for him. My father left us when I was only three or four years old deciding that another woman and her children where better for him. My mother even considered her a friend prior to the divorce, babysitting her kids and she babysitting us. Therefore, I've known my step mother and step siblings my whole life. I have a lot of resentment towards her because I feel like she stole my father away. She knew he was a married man with a family. To this day I feel like she is more important to him then his own children. When my sister was living with them and got pregnant, my step mother and her were not getting along. My step mother blamed my sister for the problems my father and step mother were having in their marriage. She gave my father an ultimatum of having to choose between her and my sister and of course he chose her. Therefore, my sister was kicked out of his house when she needed him the most. It's caused a strain in their relationship and they barely talk. I was always so jealous of other girls that had fathers that they were close to. I've never been very close to my dad even though we are so much a like. Watching fathers dote on their boys is something I've always pined for. I've always wondered what it must be like to be "Daddy's boys". It's amazing how much my father thinks he knows me but really doesn't. If he would just take the time to call or come visit he would truly know what kind of person his boy really is. He missed out on so many important things growing up. My first day of school, my first play, my first heart break, prom etc... But I managed to overcome everything...