Boy Essay from Fathers Point of View
BOY.
Dependent, reliable, honest, ambitious, impulsive. These are some of the words that do not describe me, but I do hope that these are the words that describe both of you my children.
Wishing now, I realise it is too late for forgiveness, too late to turn back. As I write this letter to you both, I request to you my sons, to read on further.
I had to do what I did, and what I did then, I know now was unethical. You’d both probably assume I was a coward, and yes, I was. I still am.
All the decisions that I took, your mother always agreed, always followed, even if she knew I was wrong. Leaving her was the most imprudent decision I ever made. I regret it immensely. I admit that in the past I have become angry, or have lost my temper when things are not going right or my way, but I do understand leaving home, your mother, both of my children, was not the way to go.
Responsibility-a word that I was afraid of, something I ran away from, afraid of the outcome, afraid of the consequences that would follow behind. The pressure kept piling and piling on top of my shoulders, because I knew soon there would be another mouth to feed. Working hard day and night, filled me up with frustration and irritation, leading me up to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. No more strength to carry on.
Understanding all this through one letter- I know will be a lot to take in, but like I said my children aren’t like me.
Looking back at my life, I wonder is that really me? Or someone else? When I look at myself in the cold hard mirror, I ask myself questions, ‘why am I like this?’ ‘Why have I run away from all those beautiful memories I had with my family’ ‘why did I take your happiness?’
Today, when I sit and look back at my decisions, I find myself in tears.
I started this letter writing words that do not describe me, I will end this letter writing words that do describe me- filthy, egotistical, devious, big-headed, bad-tampered, a
Dependent, reliable, honest, ambitious, impulsive. These are some of the words that do not describe me, but I do hope that these are the words that describe both of you my children.
Wishing now, I realise it is too late for forgiveness, too late to turn back. As I write this letter to you both, I request to you my sons, to read on further.
I had to do what I did, and what I did then, I know now was unethical. You’d both probably assume I was a coward, and yes, I was. I still am.
All the decisions that I took, your mother always agreed, always followed, even if she knew I was wrong. Leaving her was the most imprudent decision I ever made. I regret it immensely. I admit that in the past I have become angry, or have lost my temper when things are not going right or my way, but I do understand leaving home, your mother, both of my children, was not the way to go.
Responsibility-a word that I was afraid of, something I ran away from, afraid of the outcome, afraid of the consequences that would follow behind. The pressure kept piling and piling on top of my shoulders, because I knew soon there would be another mouth to feed. Working hard day and night, filled me up with frustration and irritation, leading me up to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. No more strength to carry on.
Understanding all this through one letter- I know will be a lot to take in, but like I said my children aren’t like me.
Looking back at my life, I wonder is that really me? Or someone else? When I look at myself in the cold hard mirror, I ask myself questions, ‘why am I like this?’ ‘Why have I run away from all those beautiful memories I had with my family’ ‘why did I take your happiness?’
Today, when I sit and look back at my decisions, I find myself in tears.
I started this letter writing words that do not describe me, I will end this letter writing words that do describe me- filthy, egotistical, devious, big-headed, bad-tampered, a