Early life.....: how I got here

After my parents fell in love they got married and had me. Well truly speaking I would like to believe they were in love at some point. Anyway they got married and I was born and less then 2 years later their married bliss came to an end, and I was officially a child raised from a broken home.

The beauty with this was I never saw my biological parents argue, so in a way it was a blessing. For some twisted reason, married/living together parents are under the belief that they have to stay together in a loveless bitter relationship for their children. Please please please if you are reading this and sharing the house and bills with someone you don't love do not lie that its for the children but rather its for you to feel better with yourself.

Before you comment mean words at the end of this post look at it this way, children can sense unhappiness, they can hear the snide comments, and they know that both parents are unhappy. Funny how I seem to know people who grew up from broken families and how the above themes are commonly discussed and how most people end with ' if only they had just separated maybe just maybe my early memories of love in relationships might have been different. Never not once have I heard someone from a broken family/loveless family say 'When I grow up I want a marriage like my loveless parents'.

Anyway sorry for the detour there, but back to me. Growing up my parents though divorced were civil with each other. When I was growing up, I was not very keen to visit my fathers home, dare I say my step mother was not exactly fond of me or welcoming. (The issues were every evident when my father died, my stepmother did not think I deserved to know). It did not help that I was a bit spoiled by mother you see. lol. My mother being the career driven women, she made sure that all my needs were catered for, and for that I am eternally grateful. I did spend some time with my father when he was alive, unfortunately he passed on when I was 16. Such a young age to loose my father whom I never really got to know. Shame.

However my mother remarried and my step father was good to me. I cant fault the man. He was a father figure in my life, so before you read my blog and decide I have father issues, I have a father in my life. Blood is not always better and to this day 'my dad' yes I call him dad is there for me.

So as we explore my life I thought I would put it out there that I have no daddy issues, trust me I have been to therapy and explored this possibility.......... lol. Ohh yes I went to therapy, so do not judge.

I just thought it was important to ensure that no speculation about daddy issues is made, I thought I openly speak about this.

Carpe diem

lyfeofDelaz