It’s hard growing up not knowing your real father. It’s even harder to be thrown into the position at three years old. In a lot of cases of single parenthood that statement is true.
I was born on September 15, 1990. My father left my twin brother and newborn baby sister in mid 1991. My mother had been hopping from junior college to junior college just trying to get her associates degree so that maybe she would be able to support three children in the days soon to come. After having my sister and my biological father leaving, she knew that working at McDonalds was not going to cut it. Therefore, we left from Dallas, Texas to Weatherford, Oklahoma, where my mother hoped to get into pharmacy school there at Southwestern Oklahoma State University. We moved into a house right down the street from the college and soon my mother would test her luck with the Dean of Admissions.
My mother walked into the Dean of Admissions’ office to plead her case. Luckily, the Dean saw that she was a hard working person and meant business about going to school to be a pharmacist despite the fact that she was a single mother raising three children.
Home life without a father is all I knew. Although I was only four and three minutes older than my twin brother, I was mother’s little man of the house. I had stepped into that role extremely early and thoroughly enjoyed it. When my mother re-married to my current step father in 1997 it crushed me. I was the man of the house and he was intruding on what I thought was my territory. This caused a lot of animosity between the two of us throughout my teenage years.