I Was Only One.
I was one year old the last time I seen my father. He left my mother and never even tried to be a part of my life. I do not rememeber him. I only know he truly existed because I have a picture of him holding me when I was a baby. It was so hard for me to grow up without my father. Most people do not realize that a father daughter relationship is so important. Unfortuantely I did not have one. The worse part is my mother never found anyone else so all I truly have is my mother. I wish I had a decent step dad or just someone to fill the role of my father, but no. My father did not want me. I was not good enough for him, and that is something I must live with for the rest of my life. It honestly affects me in everything I do. I find it very hard to trust people and I have this intense rage. I just wish I could have one day with my father so I could tell him how I feel. It really is so hard.