I think my father was somewhat disappointed in not having had a son, and in that way I was the nearest thing he had.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I feared disappointing my father more than anything in the world.
I was surprised by how much I like being a father; surprised at what a decent father I am, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to dump my selfishness.
I don't think I've ever come to terms with not having had a father around, and that's why I made so many mistakes with men.
Somewhere, sometime I'd stopped expecting my father to father.
I did not have a father. It was my mom who chose to be alone. She felt that she would be better off by herself with me after I was born.
I didn't have a father when I was growing up, and I vowed to be there with my kids.
I can't say I had an ideal father, and I'm not a father myself.
I wasn't anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.
Of course there's some things that I would have liked to have... none of my friends growing up had their father in the house. None of 'em. We had uncles and stuff like that, but nobody had a father in the house, none of my friends.
I don't think I was all that late in becoming a father.