I never knew my father. He was never married to my mother; he was never a part of my life. It was just my mom, my brother and me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother never married my father. She was married to and divorced from another man, then she married and divorced my stepfather and then, ultimately, they ended up getting back together.
I never knew my father. He'd disappeared from the scene before I was born, and I still have no idea who he is. Perhaps strangely, it's never bothered me; I certainly don't believe it's really affected me.
I didn't know my father very well; I only met him a few times.
My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.
Unfortunately, I never knew my father and when I did, it was very briefly.
My mum left my dad when I was six months old, so I don't know him at all. I had no male figures in my life, really. I had my godfather, but he's more like a grandfather, so I was quite sheltered. I've never tried to find my father.
My parents were married my whole life until my father passed away a few years ago.
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 lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.
My father died when I was 7. I was his favorite child, and he was my beloved father. I brought him along with me all through my life. Every elderly man has a bit of my father in him for me.