Comments on: What is Lonely Boy? http://sonswithoutfathers.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/what-is-lonely-boy/ Just another WordPress.com weblog Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:08:33 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Christopher J. Chenet http://sonswithoutfathers.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/what-is-lonely-boy/#comment-31 Christopher J. Chenet Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:08:33 +0000 #comment-31 I have a complicated story, but like most, I have a father, however he left to guam when I was 3 years old, and all I got was a visit once a year and a seldom phone call. My father split to guam leaving my older half brother and half sister without a father, and for the most part leaving me and my 3 younger siblings without a father. All he left us with was money for bills and a college fund. He didn't even give me a chance to see my older half brother, past 3 years old and my older half sister I didnt even know about til I was a lil bit older. When he was here, I was a happier kid, but when he left the pictures showed me frowning most of the time. My mother would lash out on me and tell me she wished I was never born, and give constant praise to my sister younger by one year. I grew up hating everyone in my life except for my older half brother on my moms side, and my little brother and sister that came after the sister younger by 1 year. When we moved to new jersey from brooklyn my self esteem was lower because I lost all the friends I already had, and the only male authority in my left, my older half brother, joined the navy. I was always an angry child, and no one ever tried to talk to me. The suburbs, was not a good move for me, because everyone always seperates themselves and are, in my opinion, pretty racist. I couldn't be in any group because i was multiracial, but in brooklyn the caribbeans accepted me for being me, because I am caribbean. I never really had a girlfriend, because I didn't know how to talk to the people out there, and I also didn't really have a male figure telling me it was possible. All I can say is, I never want to be like my father. He calls me and at one point wanted me to go into the medical field because hes a doctor and my mom a nurse, but i never wanted to live the life he did, never seeing family, never taking time away from work. Now I vow that I will never leave any kid unfathered, and I vow to make millions just so that I can go out there and help all those fatherless children, here in America. I don't want anyone to feel what I feel, I want everyone to know, that there is somewhere out there, willing to listen, there is a father out there for anyone who has been abandoned, I am willing to help, because right now, I am helping my younger brother and sister, at 22 years old. I don't want them to feel what I felt, having no one to go to that will listen and teach I have a complicated story, but like most, I have a father, however he left to guam when I was 3 years old, and all I got was a visit once a year and a seldom phone call. My father split to guam leaving my older half brother and half sister without a father, and for the most part leaving me and my 3 younger siblings without a father. All he left us with was money for bills and a college fund. He didn’t even give me a chance to see my older half brother, past 3 years old and my older half sister I didnt even know about til I was a lil bit older. When he was here, I was a happier kid, but when he left the pictures showed me frowning most of the time. My mother would lash out on me and tell me she wished I was never born, and give constant praise to my sister younger by one year. I grew up hating everyone in my life except for my older half brother on my moms side, and my little brother and sister that came after the sister younger by 1 year. When we moved to new jersey from brooklyn my self esteem was lower because I lost all the friends I already had, and the only male authority in my left, my older half brother, joined the navy. I was always an angry child, and no one ever tried to talk to me. The suburbs, was not a good move for me, because everyone always seperates themselves and are, in my opinion, pretty racist. I couldn’t be in any group because i was multiracial, but in brooklyn the caribbeans accepted me for being me, because I am caribbean. I never really had a girlfriend, because I didn’t know how to talk to the people out there, and I also didn’t really have a male figure telling me it was possible. All I can say is, I never want to be like my father. He calls me and at one point wanted me to go into the medical field because hes a doctor and my mom a nurse, but i never wanted to live the life he did, never seeing family, never taking time away from work. Now I vow that I will never leave any kid unfathered, and I vow to make millions just so that I can go out there and help all those fatherless children, here in America. I don’t want anyone to feel what I feel, I want everyone to know, that there is somewhere out there, willing to listen, there is a father out there for anyone who has been abandoned, I am willing to help, because right now, I am helping my younger brother and sister, at 22 years old. I don’t want them to feel what I felt, having no one to go to that will listen and teach

]]> By: lupe http://sonswithoutfathers.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/what-is-lonely-boy/#comment-27 lupe Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:30:31 +0000 #comment-27 i have a short story lookig to get published. My character in the short story can very much so relate to lonely boy. if you have any interested publishers give a holer. i have a short story lookig to get published. My character in the short story can very much so relate to lonely boy. if you have any interested publishers give a holer.

]]> By: joel mendez http://sonswithoutfathers.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/what-is-lonely-boy/#comment-11 joel mendez Sun, 21 Sep 2008 03:40:05 +0000 #comment-11 My mom and dad split up when I was twelve, my little brother was seven. My mom brought us back to the US from PR, and I found myself being my little brother's dad. His friends became like little sons to me, I taught them what I learned in my books, and from listening to adults talk. I've been a mentor to lots of young men over the years, and I don't know how much of the role I actually assumed, or how much of it was assumed by the people I've known. I know I've helped many, sometimes in small ways, sometimes in bigger ways, but I've always wondered if I'd make a good actual dad. I've decided not to father children, principally because I fear having to leave my son or daughter. I don't know how much of my own dad is in me. I never went to a baseball game with dad, although he promised. I taught myself to tie a tie, I learned about girls from books, and from talking to them like people, instead of objects. I am still looking for a dad I suppose, since my reactions to older males are usually deferential. I'm 35, and haven't seen my dad since he left us, but every now and again I think of finding him, if he's still alive. But I can't yet. Like Anderson Cooper, I often wonder if my life is what it was supposed to be; I wonder about how different it would be if my dad had stayed. Or if he called. But even then, I expected not to see him again. I'm one of fifteen, and the only one I know is my younger brother. He's abandoned them all, I've only met a few, and I don't keep in touch, except with my younger brother. I guess I've got lots more to write on the subject (I'm a writer by education and vocation). I think I'll take a page from your rule book.... JM My mom and dad split up when I was twelve, my little brother was seven. My mom brought us back to the US from PR, and I found myself being my little brother’s dad. His friends became like little sons to me, I taught them what I learned in my books, and from listening to adults talk. I’ve been a mentor to lots of young men over the years, and I don’t know how much of the role I actually assumed, or how much of it was assumed by the people I’ve known. I know I’ve helped many, sometimes in small ways, sometimes in bigger ways, but I’ve always wondered if I’d make a good actual dad. I’ve decided not to father children, principally because I fear having to leave my son or daughter. I don’t know how much of my own dad is in me.

I never went to a baseball game with dad, although he promised. I taught myself to tie a tie, I learned about girls from books, and from talking to them like people, instead of objects. I am still looking for a dad I suppose, since my reactions to older males are usually deferential.

I’m 35, and haven’t seen my dad since he left us, but every now and again I think of finding him, if he’s still alive. But I can’t yet. Like Anderson Cooper, I often wonder if my life is what it was supposed to be; I wonder about how different it would be if my dad had stayed. Or if he called. But even then, I expected not to see him again. I’m one of fifteen, and the only one I know is my younger brother. He’s abandoned them all, I’ve only met a few, and I don’t keep in touch, except with my younger brother. I guess I’ve got lots more to write on the subject (I’m a writer by education and vocation). I think I’ll take a page from your rule book….

JM

]]> By: C. http://sonswithoutfathers.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/what-is-lonely-boy/#comment-2 C. Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:46:29 +0000 #comment-2 This is very true. I look forward to hearing about the progress of your project. It is indeed very relevant to all of us, man or woman. This is very true. I look forward to hearing about the progress of your project. It is indeed very relevant to all of us, man or woman.

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