mommaU4
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It seems a bit strange to be talking about this over the internet. It seems so personal. But then it might be good to get it off my mind. Maybe then I won't think about it anymore.
I am 34 yrs old and have never met my real dad. He and my mom never married and I guess he was around only when I was real little. Until I turned 2 or 3 I think. I'm not sure because my mom and I never really talked about him, so I know nothing about him. I have no clue how they met, why they never married, why he left, why he never kept in touch.
She remarried when I was 7 to my step-dad who I never really liked. He and I have no relationship at all. So I basically grew up feeling like I never had a father. I didn't consider my real father to be my dad because he wasn't around and my step-dad never has or never will mean anything to me.
I always said it didn't bother me and meant it. My DH used to tell me I should try to find my real dad and meet him at least once. But I always said no way. I mean why should I? He never cared enough about me to try to contact me so why should I care about him. He's had 34 years to track me down if he wanted to. Right?
I did just fine growing up without a dad. Well, that's what I always thought. But now that I have kids and I see their relationship with their father it makes me think about it more and more. Especially my 3 girls. I never had a father figure that I could turn to when I was growing up and I am so happy that they do. It does make me wonder what I missed out on.
I guess sometimes I wonder what it would be like to find my real dad. Not that I want any sort of relationship with him, but just to ask some questions. I mean I don't know his side of the family's medical history. That could be important. I don't even know what he looks like. Do I have his eyes? Nose? Smile? Do I have any half brothers or sisters? That would be weird.
I don't know. I toy with the idea of trying to find him sometimes but then my stubborness sets in and I say forget it. If he didn't care enough to find me, I sure as heck am not going to care enough to find him. Hmmm, I wonder if I get that same stubborness from him? I guess I'll never know.
I am 34 yrs old and have never met my real dad. He and my mom never married and I guess he was around only when I was real little. Until I turned 2 or 3 I think. I'm not sure because my mom and I never really talked about him, so I know nothing about him. I have no clue how they met, why they never married, why he left, why he never kept in touch.
She remarried when I was 7 to my step-dad who I never really liked. He and I have no relationship at all. So I basically grew up feeling like I never had a father. I didn't consider my real father to be my dad because he wasn't around and my step-dad never has or never will mean anything to me.
I always said it didn't bother me and meant it. My DH used to tell me I should try to find my real dad and meet him at least once. But I always said no way. I mean why should I? He never cared enough about me to try to contact me so why should I care about him. He's had 34 years to track me down if he wanted to. Right?
I did just fine growing up without a dad. Well, that's what I always thought. But now that I have kids and I see their relationship with their father it makes me think about it more and more. Especially my 3 girls. I never had a father figure that I could turn to when I was growing up and I am so happy that they do. It does make me wonder what I missed out on.
I guess sometimes I wonder what it would be like to find my real dad. Not that I want any sort of relationship with him, but just to ask some questions. I mean I don't know his side of the family's medical history. That could be important. I don't even know what he looks like. Do I have his eyes? Nose? Smile? Do I have any half brothers or sisters? That would be weird.
I don't know. I toy with the idea of trying to find him sometimes but then my stubborness sets in and I say forget it. If he didn't care enough to find me, I sure as heck am not going to care enough to find him. Hmmm, I wonder if I get that same stubborness from him? I guess I'll never know.

It could be a great thing or a horrible thing and not knowing which one it might be can drive you batty. I know how hard it can be. Hugs to you! 