Baby Father Bother
After a while of seeing each other and hanging out, we decided to go ahead and put a label on our relationship. We were officially a couple. He got along great with my son, he didn’t have any children of his own, so I didn’t have to deal with any baby momma drama and he sure as hell didn’t have to deal with no baby father bother. My son knew that this guy wasn’t his dad and I never tried to make him believe otherwise. I was always honest with my boy, especially when he would come to me with questions. I knew that I wasn’t going to have all the right answers or even just an answer, but I made sure no matter what my answer was, that is was truthful. It did make me sad a lot because as they get older they start to wonder, I know I did when I was growing up. Mine were more, “How come I don’t look like my siblings?, How come dad doesn’t love me as much as he does the other two?, how come I don’t fit in?, what’s wrong with me?”. And my son’s would be more like, “where’s my dad?, How come I don’t have a dad?, Does he love me?, Do I look like him?”. Those are all legitimate questions. I think it’s how we answer, that makes all the difference in the world. I know it must have been hard for my mom when she had to tell me. I guess I felt betrayed even though she technically didn’t lie to me, she just kind of let me believe that he was my dad. And when I finally learned the truth, I think I just panicked or maybe I was looking for an excuse to try and find a place I could feel loved and wanted, so I decided to run away and live with the grand folks. Not really giving it a second thought or even giving my mom a real chance. This is why I wanted to make sure from the time my boy could speak and understand more or less, that his biological donor, wasn’t in his life.