Hello! My name is Richard and I'm 18 years old. Through out my life, I've gone threw many, many moves. I've lived in all sorts of states, towns, an been with a number of different 'father' figures. My dad had left me when I was about 6. He left me with my mom, who had never been to college, dropped out of highschool, an couldn't find a decent job that paid well. The most she ever made was probably $12 an hour. I'm not saying this to be mean as I love my mother to death! In fact, She's the one who motivated me to going to college an to succed in life. During those years, she had been with a number of bad men. Men who would do stuff that no man should ever do. In fact, I shouldn't even consider those people, men. I'm not going to rant on about that, after all, now that I'm older an understand, it would never, ever happen again. The longest we stayed in one place was about four years. She met a really nice guy but it wasn't working out as he was a trucker who would spend a couple weeks on the road before coming back home. Eventually, he had kicked us out because of reasons that my mom still won't talk to me but she promised it wasn't bad. I called this man my father as he was the only man in my life that I actually got to learn during his times off. My real dad never contacted me an infact, he called the house once as he had to pay child support, and I had answered the phone. As soon as he had found out it was me, he hung the phone up on me. I never got a phone call, birthday card, or even a letter. When I turned about 15, my brother was on myspace, an he got a message from my dad saying he wanted to see us. So after a couple weeks of chatting, we finally, decided we'd talk to him. So, we made some plans, an we went an saw him. Even though I didn't respect him enough to call him dad, we all had made it clear that we didn't forgive him. We eventually talked for a long time when my mom made some bad decisions. She wanted to move to another one of her boyfriends house. We had no problem with this as we were used to it however, she wanted to go by herself an leave us with our dad. She still wanted to contact us an talk with us, an visit us, but she wanted time by herself. So we moved in with my dad. The day I left to my dad's I talked with my mom. We talked about everything. From college, to girls, to the best life I could try to make with her. I promised her I would graduate high school, go to college, and be the father that I never had. Although I'm not a dad yet, when I do have kids, I would not leave them, would not abandon them, and I would teach them to succeed an not to be a low-life women beater that she had bad luck always meeting. I made this promise for my mom! Now, I'm the first in my family to graduate High school, I'm going to be on my way to college soon, and I'm hoping that I will maybe meet the love of my life someday! However, growing up, I've been poor. I've learned to appreciate the things that are given an to respect everthing and everyone. Thank you!