My Relationship With Dad

“Father,” in a literal definition, is a man who gives care and protection to someone or

Abuse sends out shockwaves that touch every aspect of a person's functioning. A majority of the time it has always been that fathers should be the protector of the household, but that’s not always the case. There was a time in my life when it was sweet like the rich taste of honey, balmy , and blissful. At the age of nine years old, life was smooth; there were no bumps in the way or hatred. Life was lavish,cheerful, and this amazing feeling knowing nothing could go wrong. All of that changed swiftly like my life flashed between my eyes, swift like Usain Bolt running the 100m in the Olympics. My dad ruined that sweet life for me; he spoiled everything on how I imagined life was for me. My father's actions made me think of life differently. Not just about life but myself and people that I held close to. Having a mother that desperately wanted help and save her kids from hurt, pain, and harm but couldn’t extremely heartbreaking. But why does he do that? Why did my dad took his frustration on his kids and wife?

Whether a father came into being a single dad through the death of his wife/partner, abandonment of the child by the mother, imprisonment of the mother, whatever the situation, fathers have stepped up in their role as “daddy” in the lives of their children. Dads have taken a more active role in their children’s lives, whether it is attending school plays, track meets, football practices and games, cheerleading events, etc. Furthermore, being a dad does not mean that one has biologically fathered a child. There are many surrogate dads who have stepped into fatherhood by marriage or employment as a counselor or by adoption.

I feel like my life would have been somewhat better if my dad was in my life. My dad is a hardworking, extremely determined man. He’s pushed to reach my goals and expect more for myself from a distance, but I strongly believe if he was there every day he would have pushed me so much more to reach my full potential rather than just doing things to get by. My dad has always wanted the best for me, but with him being there, he would have actually made it happen for me to get the best. He could have possibly protected me from the bad things that have happened to me. Although I wish I could go back and change things, I cannot. I do think that if my dad was in my life, it could have been worse than it was. He could have been there, but not actually be there. Resentment definitely would have played a role if my dad was around without really wanting to be there. I try not to think about what could have been though. No one has a perfect life, but I am grateful for the life I was given.

Father noun… one related to another in a way suggesting that of father to child. A father is someone his children strive to be one day. What happens when the father is not around? The problem with the children of this generation is the fathers are walking out of their children lives.

In this Interpersonal relationship analysis, I will be analyzing the Interpersonal relationship that my father and I had. I will give a little background on the relationship which we had, explain how the different concepts that we have covered in our class effected our relationship, through research and interviews conducted, and conclude with how the lessons learned from and through the relationship we had are still present today, even though my father is no longer alive. There are several different strategies which will be covered in this analysis. The specific communication concepts are: the five styles of conflict, the theories of conflict management, the different stages of relationship, listening theories, the seven communication styles, the six types of interpersonal relationships, and the theories of interpersonal communication and relationship. These concepts will be used to relate and explain the situations and conflicts between my father and me. My Interpersonal relationship analysis will shed some light into the relationship my father and I had and how it molded me into the person I am today.

Once a close friendship is built with someone, eventually, a relationship with their mothers has to be established; whether it is a close or just a comfortable relationship. We all have felt or acted a certain way toward our friends’ mothers. The friendships I have established with some of my friend’s moms are handled at different extremities, ranging from “nice weather we’re having” to the coffee talks. Each has a different personality that allows us to classify them into certain groups; some are cool like the one you are unusually close to. There are also those mothers in which you try to limit conversation like the one that thinks she is cool and the one that barely partakes in verbal interactions, the strict mom.

I grew up in a average home. My parents did well for themselves. My sister and I both excelled in school. We were what seemed to be the perfect family. Despite how we appeared on the outside, on the inside, we were quite the opposite. I was around nine or ten when the abuse began. It only started with hateful words, but later grew into a more serious issue. That issue being physical. My father worked out of town quite often. It was a lonely life to live. In all of his alone time, he met a few friends. They were named aggression, depression, and insecurity. His friends crept into his life slowly and eventually took over his entire existence, creating a spiteful and brooding man. Growing up, I was extremely close to my father. He introduced me to the game I love. He held me when I didn’t feel well. He was my first true love. He was also my very first heartbreak. Because my father was what appeared to be broken, He abused my mother in many forms while my sister and I sat on the sidelines and watched. As a young girl, I didn’t understand how to

My life changed when my cousin was born. I always knew that I loved kids, but I never realized I could love one so much. He is like my little brother, that is now over a thousand miles away. When he was first born, I basically lived with my aunt. Whenever I had some time off of school I would be at their house. Even though I was only 12, when it came to him, I had the responsibility of an adult. When I went to visit them, I would take care of him to give my aunt a break. I would change the diapers, warm the bottles, clean the spit up, and put him back to bed. I felt as though I was taking on the role of the parent for a few hours. He was the first child that I ever truly took care of. Even though I am his cousin, he calls me his auntie. I feel like I have a special bond with him that no one else has. For a long time, I was the only one he would allow to cut his nails. I would do anything for this boy. I was there when he learned to crawl, when he took his first steps, and when he said his first words.

My father is not a father. technically sure he’s a father, but in every other meaning of the word he is not. My dad made my life miserable at a young age by acting like a teenager and forcing me to be responsible. At the same time, I learned what is really important in life and I have learned from his mistakes. He changed my life for the better.

The start of third grade had begun it all. My parents had been divorced for about a year or two now, and it still was an unhealthy environment at my dad’s. At the time we were staying with my grandparents because my dad was unemployed and didn’t have interest in looking for a job. My dad is an alcoholic and smokes marijuana, and since he is an addict without them he gets cranky. One day he hadn’t had his “medicine’’ yet as he calls it and that’s when it all started. He locked me and my older sister in the room for two hours and yelled and yelled at us saying everything was our fault and that we couldn’t trust our mom only him. After this one time it became a daily thing or at least once every weekend. He tried to turn me against my mom when the reason we were all in this state was because of him and his ability of not being able to commit to my mom and our family. At the age of eight I was being mentally and emotionally abused by my own

As defined by the world, a father is typically considered a man who gave contributed to the process of creating a child and being there for it. However, why does it have to be specifically a man? Nowadays, there are many single moms because of how cowardly the “father” was on in raising a child. I agree that a father is a hard worker, supplier, and determined to carry their family on their shoulders, but I do not agree that it has to necessarily be a male. The world’s toughest job is the job of being a mother, and to add twice the amount of work in raising a child or children is stupendous. Thus, being the mother and father, they receive twice the love and affection from their babies. To the more open minded and experienced people, including myself, a father is a strong, independent mother who dominates both roles to her children without complaint.

Anyone can become a dad, but not everyone can be a good father. A good father is someone who is reliable, well rounded, outgoing, and strong. All these characteristics are crucial in raising a child because they will dictate how you will mold your child into a better man or women in the future.

Everyone is born with a biological father, not necessarily a “dad.” A father essentially has a choice to walk out or give up. Not everyone can be a dad or be a good father figure to their child. It’s up to them if they want to take advantage of their time with you and love you endlessly. My Dad is one of the most important and influential people in my life. To you, he is Paul Derosario but to me, he is a loving father, mentor, role model, and a friend. Our relationship is so significant and strong that the bond that we have cannot simply be broken. He pushes me to be a better person, teaches me important life lessons, and sacrifices so much to make my life better.

Click. Click. Click. Went the gloss black video game controller buttons. As I played everyday after school, the virtual world was not giving me what I was looking for. I felt like something was missing. Was it better grades in school? No. Was it more friends in school? No. Was it a job? Maybe. Was it to be motivated and to become a hard worker? I think so. The next day my dad introduced the idea that we should start flipping houses. This was the first time that I was actually excited and nervous to do something. It was a big risk, but in the end those risks usually pay off. Although flipping houses with my dad was something I wasn’t sure about, it changed me to become a hard worker.