Let's Talk About Ya Daddy...How Did Your MaMa do?
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Ozymandeas
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This deas ass me only my grandmother never accepted mei met that lady 3x in my. When I was an infant, when I was like 8 and when she was in a box. None of pops side pops side fukk with me. I had cousins telling me I was a half cousin when I met my grandmother and nobody corrected them.
It sound fukked up but these people are strangers to me.salty about shyt i had nothing to do with and the fact that I look the most like their dead granddaddy
Yep. It was like 50/50 with dad’s family not accepting me as a kid. My two aunts and my uncle took me under their wing but my other two aunts were very distant. My cousins always showed me love, it was the adults. When I got older and realized that i didn’t have to deal with the 50% who didn’t see me as family anymore I stopped coming around for like 10 years and I guessed conversations were had about it. We’re a lot cooler now. One of the aunts who didn’t fool with me as a kid was by my side the entire day at a family wedding. Shyt was bizarre
But she just had major life altering health issue so people always change up and try to be better after things like that.As far as your family, it’s crazy how they act like the kids did something here. I know if I was the grandparent and my kid did something like that, I’m accepting the grandbaby.
Vandelay
Life is absurd. Lean into it.
I can't say for certain because I didn't know him. Folks said he was an a$$hole and I'm inclined to agree because he willingly chose not to be in my life. And judging from pictures, he was short and balding. Not sure how I came out halfway decent looking.
He was a creative dude though, good with music and a writer. Actually had a public access music show, played in a band with Herbie Hancock, and wrote for Playboy magazine. So not a dumb dude, just supremely arrogant. I have to check myself often, because it comes out in me from time to time.
He was a creative dude though, good with music and a writer. Actually had a public access music show, played in a band with Herbie Hancock, and wrote for Playboy magazine. So not a dumb dude, just supremely arrogant. I have to check myself often, because it comes out in me from time to time.
Field Marshall Bradley
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Majority of the nikkas in the 80s didn’t smoke crack
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
A lot of the dealers turned users
You can tell buddy grew up just watching TV his whole life.
Put it like this
on paper you could make the argument he was a "solid man"
however, when you stress and put a woman-your wife- through hell and back to the point she miscarries
and then you take out your own shortcomings because your first born (me) because I had a better relationship your father because he didn't raise him to be and conduct himself in that matter of the aforementioned
To put it simple: She got charmed by a fukking snake. And till my last breathe I will tell the world I would gladly take a bullet for my grandfather (R.I.P.) and mother, and gladly deliver one to my old man. Especially considering the last five years, and how shyt came to head in my 20's.
But with that said
He was there.
Didn't worry about going hungry ever
When I rightfully needed to be discipline he was there
He never was foul or inappropriate or any of the sort until I got back from the army and even then
I just know each and every day is a chance for me to never make the mistakes he did and take them out on people I proclaim to love.
My mom choose correctly. But they weren’t on the same page financially or goals wise so it a way based on how my mom’s wanted to live her life He choose wrong.
My father was a businessman my mom’s worked for the government.
two completely different world wiews.
He's a weirdo nikka but I get it lol
Because even though I don't know that much about him, I'm very similar. I'm strange, I'm beautiful, magnetic, people are drawn to me.
So when I think about what my mom told me about him it all makes sense. What will validate her desicion is how many lives I touch positively.
Because even though I don't know that much about him, I'm very similar. I'm strange, I'm beautiful, magnetic, people are drawn to me.
So when I think about what my mom told me about him it all makes sense. What will validate her desicion is how many lives I touch positively.
Elle Seven
Superstar
This is a pretty interesting question. I don't know if I've ever given it much thought.
My mom had me at 20. My dad was five years older than her. She was the youngest child, raised by my single grandmother in the city projects and never knew her dad; my dad was raised by my grandparents, who were married, heavy into the church, living in a suburb. My granddaddy had a government job and moved him, his siblings and wife out of the projects to this nicer side of town. They originally were from a rural town.
Their backgrounds were very different.
My mother always talked about how great of a father my dad was to us and how well he actually took care of her. He was the dad who actually wanted to be with the kids when she went out, who wanted to do family vacations in the summer, who wanted to provide for her to stay home (though she didn't want that part).
Crack got my daddy in the 80s like it got others, and he was fighting that demon until he passed just last spring. They divorced years ago, and he never seemed to find his footing again. When my grandmother died, he became homeless. My dad lived on the street for nearly the last 10 years of his life. I would meet people who knew him out there who spoke of how good of a person he was. He was a history/social studies buff and loved showing off what he knew. He was helping the youngester of someone who looked out for him learn how to read....while he had no pot to pass in himself.
My mother used to tell us kids, even after she left him, that our father had always been a good man who had just made some poor choices in life. Because she kept telling us that, we thought no less of him when we saw him on the street, never said to my dad or thought to myself that he wasn't shyt. I always saw a good man who had made some tragic choices...so I wasn't indifferent to seeing what he was experiencing; it hurt a lot. That's why did everything I could to help him finally get off the streets. He'd been living in his own place and off the streets for about a year and a half before he died. Now he is on my living room mantle.
I married a man who reminds me very much of my dad and all the good things about him. My husband is also the middle child of 3, the one with a fun-loving nature who can get along with anyone, who genuinely wanted and likes being around his children and who also looks after me.
I don't know if my mama could've choice better, but I genuinely don't regret the father I did have.
My mom had me at 20. My dad was five years older than her. She was the youngest child, raised by my single grandmother in the city projects and never knew her dad; my dad was raised by my grandparents, who were married, heavy into the church, living in a suburb. My granddaddy had a government job and moved him, his siblings and wife out of the projects to this nicer side of town. They originally were from a rural town.
Their backgrounds were very different.
My mother always talked about how great of a father my dad was to us and how well he actually took care of her. He was the dad who actually wanted to be with the kids when she went out, who wanted to do family vacations in the summer, who wanted to provide for her to stay home (though she didn't want that part).
Crack got my daddy in the 80s like it got others, and he was fighting that demon until he passed just last spring. They divorced years ago, and he never seemed to find his footing again. When my grandmother died, he became homeless. My dad lived on the street for nearly the last 10 years of his life. I would meet people who knew him out there who spoke of how good of a person he was. He was a history/social studies buff and loved showing off what he knew. He was helping the youngester of someone who looked out for him learn how to read....while he had no pot to pass in himself.
My mother used to tell us kids, even after she left him, that our father had always been a good man who had just made some poor choices in life. Because she kept telling us that, we thought no less of him when we saw him on the street, never said to my dad or thought to myself that he wasn't shyt. I always saw a good man who had made some tragic choices...so I wasn't indifferent to seeing what he was experiencing; it hurt a lot. That's why did everything I could to help him finally get off the streets. He'd been living in his own place and off the streets for about a year and a half before he died. Now he is on my living room mantle.
I married a man who reminds me very much of my dad and all the good things about him. My husband is also the middle child of 3, the one with a fun-loving nature who can get along with anyone, who genuinely wanted and likes being around his children and who also looks after me.
I don't know if my mama could've choice better, but I genuinely don't regret the father I did have.
Pretty terrible as an individual. Genetics are solid but that's it. She was underaged fukkin with a 30 year old nikka who worked at a shoe store and still lived at his parents house. A manipulative narcissistic Peter Pan type nikka who is still acting irresponsibly at over 60 years old. Waste of intelligence who was gifted and chose to be lazy and goofy. Not successful in any metric. She was 17 so I guess I can't completely blame her for not choosing a good candidate. I finally met him a little over a year ago. I already knew what to expect so I wasn't disappointed. Man is full of himself and excuses.
I'm glad to exist SOHH I wouldn't disparage the moves she made.
People don't realize, YOU couldn't have been born in any other circumstance. Even if Pop Dukes woulda jacked off in the shower that morning before seeding up Moms.. that would be a different sperm that made a different human.
Nevermind a whole different dad or being born years later or earlier.
Even some small factor, everything else being exactly the same, in the race toward the egg could have resulted in your sperm getting outrun. And you would never exist to know.
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C L O N E*0690//////
also consider the nikka your momma told you is your pops ain't your pops..........*
iceberg_is_on_fire
Wearing Lions gear when it wasn't cool
In short, that's me too.
richaveli83
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My biological dad is dead. Murdered by the police when I was one years old so I didn't know him. I was raised by a stepdad and mother from when I was 11 until 16/17. He was a Fruit of Islam(FOI) from the Nation of Islam like the majority of his side of the family. I think he and my mother did a good job. Kept me off the streets. I'm a productive member of society. Got a college degree, have a great career, make good money, I don't have any felonies, I'm a home owner, veteran, and I don't have a bunch of b*stard children out there. Genetic wise, I'm 6'3, dark skin, and got a big dikk, so I guess I hit the genetic lottery.
I'm not a perfect breh, but I'm doing pretty good. He told me I'm a better child then his own biological children.
I still don't know how my hardcore Christian mother and hardcore Black Muslim stepfather made it work for as long as they did!
Kept me off the streets. I'm a productive member of society. Got a college degree, have a great career, make good money, I don't have any felonies, I'm a home owner, veteran, and I don't have a bunch of b*stard children out there. Genetic wise, I'm 6'3, dark skin, and got a big dikk, so I guess I hit the genetic lottery. I'm not a perfect breh, but I'm doing pretty good. He told me I'm a better child then his own biological children.
I still don't know how my hardcore Christian mother and hardcore Black Muslim stepfather made it work for as long as they did!
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