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04/15/13 En 101 Rough draft #1 Bitter Sweet Truth
Guys are known for not raising their child and leaving single mothers to raise the child all by herself. My mother was pregnant by a man who wanted nothing to do with her or me. Though one man wasn’t willing to raise me someone else was. they took on the responsibilities of raising another man’s child. When I was thirteen years old, my mother and father were having an argument. The argument had got extremely intense and it had slipped out that the man I knew to be my dad was not my biological father. They told me they didn’t want me to find out is such an impersonal way especially through an argument between them, which led them to such irresponsibility on their part. Both of them were ambitious to tell me that they agreed to disagree when it felt like it was the right time to sit me down and explain this situation, but the damage was already done. To say the least, I was speechless and at the same time had so many questions racing through my mind. Betrayal, disgust, hurt, and fear are just a few words to explain my emotions that dark day. Thirteen years of my life had felt like one big fat lie. All because my parents, well at least one biological; had been keeping things from me. A few weeks later my mother and I were at Dillon’s going grocery shopping and my mother spots someone I had no idea existed. She introduced me to a girl named Lisa Barns and told me she was my sister. From there we conversed about her life and what kind of man our dad Lonnie Barns was. Her description was a bad one. She told us she barely seen him because he was on drugs and she was in and out of foster homes, but she also said when he wasn’t using drugs he was a good man and they got along great. Still, I wanted to find out for myself what kind of man my biological father was and to question his absence in my life. So, I asked my mother if my father and I could meet up and talk. A few days later she invites him over. I was very nervous and scared. I didn’t know what to expect, or what kind of man he was. When he came through the door he was very eager to meet me but also nervous. He was very apologetic to both me and my mother and seemed very sincere about his apologies. I asked him questions about his family and if I could one day meet and grow a relationship with a side of a family I had never met. He gave me false hope telling me that we could meet the rest of our family together. After that day I had never heard from him again. From that situation I didn’t have to ask Lonnie why he wasn’t a part of my life, it was obvious he wasn’t in my life because he didn’t want to be. A part of me was disappointed but there was a man and his family that had already been there since day one.
Ronald Jones was the only man I knew to be my father. He treated me no different than the rest of his biological children, if not better. I was never excluded, neglected, or mistreated. The day my mother went into labor Ronald was at work. When he heard the news he jumped right in his car. Coincidently, his car doesn’t start. So he runs five miles in twenty minutes from his job to the hospital where my mother was in labor to be there when I was born. With Ronald I was spoiled I got everything I wanted and needed. He hated to tell me or my other siblings no. Ironically he was the man to tell you no but will end up doing what you asked anyway. Everyone in his family, his mother, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews never once treated me any less than family and I am grateful that a man and his family treated me like blood related family. Though the man who was supposed to raise me, show me right from wrong and protect me from men like him, only shared a few hours out of a day for me, another man stepped in and from birth, through my childhood and even now as an adult Ronald has assured me that he will always be here for me. So, even though some men are dead beat fathers, there are other men who are so courageous that they will take on the responsibility of raising another man’s child and making a great woman.