Serious question...HOW MANY OF YOU ARE YOUR FATHER'S BASTARD?

Were you born a bastard/illegitimate child?

  • Yes.

    Votes: 28 25.7%
  • No.

    Votes: 81 74.3%

  • Total voters
    109
I'm sorry..but...

:roflmao::roflmao::roflmao::roflmao::roflmao::roflmao::roflmao:

Even though you used to be a total BITCH to me, I kind of feel sorry for you, but this right here is funny.

Because you were a total BITCH to me first ;) I actually feel sorry for you that you are such a miserable person that you have to post fake pictures of a person to try to feel better about your miserable pathetic existance. YOU started the whole thing not me. Why is it that you are so quick to dish it out but unable to take it when it comes back to you? Getting your jollies off the pain and suffering of others or laughing at other peoples looks regardless of who you THINK they are is a mark of very low self esteeem and very low or no character.
 
I don't like when we attack each other ladies. There's enough of them attacking US to where we really should have some kind of solidarity among one another. Majority of these dudes spend 24/7 coming at us. We shouldn't add to it girls.
 
Unfortunately I think the word bastard is so strong dudes aint even gonna try to have a civilized conversation after that word is uttered.

The thing that is really sad is the men are applauded for that shit and women are treated like Hester Prynne even TODAY. Culturally the BGOL Caribbean fam will understand what I'm talking on. I have seen pregnant women thrown out with nothing but the clothes on their backs and others trying to help them threatened, doors slammed in their faces and their children refused to be held by their grandparents. I mean stuff like that creates life long grudges.

And I am talking about about 70s, 80s and early 90s. Particularly old school religious households.

But I have seen VERY few cases where the man was chastised like that.

I have half brothers and sisters there are so many emotions if YOU happen to be the child from his marriage...like you were chosen or lucky. We really take for granted how SOME kids develop under that. While many do fine some carry that with them forever.

That's why I never understood how stuff like "That's just my Baby daddy" and stuff was ever seen as cool.
 
So it's all good when it's a woman, You guys judge women all day, all night long. But someone speaks to cade about his stuff it's judging?

Bgol man. lol Bgol.

It goes both ways from me, men & women.

I just can't stand unaccountable PEOPLE.

I was just saying the point could've been made without taking a stance on someone's personal situation.
 
Because you were a total BITCH to me first ;) I actually feel sorry for you that you are such a miserable person that you have to post fake pictures of a person to try to feel better about your miserable pathetic existance. YOU started the whole thing not me. Why is it that you are so quick to dish it out but unable to take it when it comes back to you? Getting your jollies off the pain and suffering of others or laughing at other peoples looks regardless of who you THINK they are is a mark of very low self esteeem and very low or no character.

Ay! :smh: Chill.
 
I don't like when we attack each other ladies. There's enough of them attacking US to where we really should have some kind of solidarity among one another. Majority of these dudes spend 24/7 coming at us. We shouldn't add to it girls.

And it's not becoming of a young lady.
 
Parents divorced when we were 15. Pops was good though ... he paid child support to his ex ... often early ... and even continued to do so for a few years even after we'd turned 18. Basically as a thank you for mom on raising us right, and an apology for being a mediocre husband back in the day. I respect him for that.
 
Bruh, you judging.

I understand where you're trying to go wit it, but this could been worded better.

I'm not judging him. I gave my opinion I didn't call him anything. I asked questions and gave my opinion, and not from a holier than thou perspective.

I even believed he would do the right thing which is not just toss his kid aside.
 
Do y'all think a person's parental unit and (broken) home contribute to whether said person becomes broken (not whole) and if so, to varying degrees?

Like the more screwed up the parents' relations(hip) or the child's relationship with either or both parents, the more screwed the child will be?
 
Do y'all think a person's parental unit and (broken) home contribute to whether said person becomes broken (not whole) and if so, to varying degrees?

Like the more screwed up the parents' relations(hip) or the child's relationship with either or both parents, the more screwed the child will be?
yes
 
Do y'all think a person's parental unit and (broken) home contribute to whether said person becomes broken (not whole) and if so, to varying degrees?

Like the more screwed up the parents' relations(hip) or the child's relationship with either or both parents, the more screwed the child will be?

Yes but it can be fixed with self awareness and reflection and eventually not giving a fuck any more. Some may need therapists and some can do it on their own and some are just lost causes.
 
Speaking of this topic, my next door neighbor is probably in his late 50's or so. I've only been in this house a year. I noticed him working out in the yard sometimes, and he has this little black girl with him. I was confused because his wife is white and his son is grown and mixed. So my son saw her outside playing one day and they became playmates. So one day me and him were talking and I asked him was the little girl his niece. He told me she was his daughter:confused: Turns out he had the little girl on his wife, then she became attached to the his little girl, so now she lives with them. Wild shit.
 
I am. Never met the man, even though he lived 15 minutes away from me. It was mostly through hearsay, heard-it-through-the-grapevine type shit that I deduced his name and who he was, as my mother never told me and I never asked. I remember some female "friends" of my mother who would bake cakes for me and give me gifts on my birthday who I later determined were my aunts (his sisters). When I got on Facebook a few years ago, I had a girl contact me asking if I knew who she was. She was my half-sister, and she has a sister as well. I assume he stuck around to raise them and is still with their mother.

I didnt turn out to be a fuck up in life, but I do fantasize about killing that nigga. It's a deep-seeded rage that I can't even explain. I've thought either doing it myself, hiring a hitman, or just having him kidnapped so I can torture him Ramsay Bolton style. But for the most part, I just pray that he gets a terminal illness like cancer, and I can go to the hospital and just see him suffering.
 
I am. Never met the man, even though he lived 15 minutes away from me. It was mostly through hearsay, heard-it-through-the-grapevine type shit that I deduced his name and who he was, as my mother never told me and I never asked. I remember some female "friends" of my mother who would bake cakes for me and give me gifts on my birthday who I later determined were my aunts (his sisters). When I got on Facebook a few years ago, I had a girl contact me asking if I knew who she was. She was my half-sister, and she has a sister as well. I assume he stuck around to raise them and is still with their mother.

I didnt turn out to be a fuck up in life, but I do fantasize about killing that nigga. It's a deep-seeded rage that I can't even explain. I've thought either doing it myself, hiring a hitman, or just having him kidnapped so I can torture him Ramsay Bolton style. But for the most part, I just pray that he gets a terminal illness like cancer, and I can go to the hospital and just see him suffering.


Deep
 
I am. Never met the man, even though he lived 15 minutes away from me. It was mostly through hearsay, heard-it-through-the-grapevine type shit that I deduced his name and who he was, as my mother never told me and I never asked. I remember some female "friends" of my mother who would bake cakes for me and give me gifts on my birthday who I later determined were my aunts (his sisters). When I got on Facebook a few years ago, I had a girl contact me asking if I knew who she was. She was my half-sister, and she has a sister as well. I assume he stuck around to raise them and is still with their mother.

I didnt turn out to be a fuck up in life, but I do fantasize about killing that nigga. It's a deep-seeded rage that I can't even explain. I've thought either doing it myself, hiring a hitman, or just having him kidnapped so I can torture him Ramsay Bolton style. But for the most part, I just pray that he gets a terminal illness like cancer, and I can go to the hospital and just see him suffering.

Where that come from? :confused:
 
I seriously NEVER understood the concept of ostracizing the child, I could understand the Mom or the Dad but the child has absolutely NO choice in this matter yet societies ALL OVER THE WORLD treat(ed) them like pure shit!

There was a western called "The Big Valley" that used to come on when I was a kid (comes on MeTV now :yes:) with a young Lee Majors playing Heath Barkley, who was a bastard child who went to his now dead rich Father's family to claim his "birth rite", while the family accepted him throughout the show's run he ALWAYS ran into trouble and got into fights because men would clown and ridicule him for being a "bastard", a few times the Dads or brothers of women he liked would do their best to break them up because, even though the rich family accepted him and he had full access to their money, they didn't want their families degrading themselves getting involved with "a mutt!" as they put it!:smh:

Same thing happened to Johnny Madrid on "Lancer"

After a shotgun wedding I was the third child in four years to a 22 year old dishwasher, when I was four he took a bus to California" to sit on the dock of the bay" and come right back. 50 years later they buried him there (I did not attend the services). Life can be funny sometimes. I might have A " Jon snow" (I think the word bastard is to harsh and cruel to label in innocent child) my freshman year in college his mother called me and asked if I had been messing around the last four weeks, I said no then I had been studying, Calculus, chemistry thermodynamics, engineering school was kicking my butt! When asked the same question she said she had been but wanted us to stay together I declined. Two weeks later she told me she was pregnant but the child was not mine. 20 years later I get a call saying my bad you have a son. I call him once and he was very bitter so I didn't even bring up a DNA test I just let it go, life can be funny sometimes.

BTW OP the way you phrased the question to start this conversation was real shitty.
 
I've always thought bastard just meant a fatherless child, but after reading on it... I guess I am.

My mother left my sister & I with grandmother, then moved about 4 states away to find work when I was 1, by the time I was 3 she came back to bring us with her. I never knew my father. Honestly, I have no idea if he even knew where I was or if we had moved away.


I found out, by talking to him via instant messenger, when I was 18 that he was celebrating his anniversary (20th or 25th, I just remember it being longer than I'd been alive) with some kinda remarrying ceremony. I did the math in my head and figured out that he was married when I was born. I had never known that before then.

Here lately, I've really been thinking about trying to find him and just talking to him about what actually happened with him and my mother. Hoping maybe he'll give it to me straight, man to man.

But iunno :dunno: .... just a thought :(
 
I've always thought bastard just meant a fatherless child, but after reading on it... I guess I am.

My mother left my sister & I with grandmother, then moved about 4 states away to find work when I was 1, by the time I was 3 she came back to bring us with her. I never knew my father. Honestly, I have no idea if he even knew where I was or if we had moved away.


I found out, by talking to him via instant messenger, when I was 18 that he was celebrating his anniversary (20th or 25th, I just remember it being longer than I'd been alive) with some kinda remarrying ceremony. I did the math in my head and figured out that he was married when I was born. I had never known that before then.

Here lately, I've really been thinking about trying to find him and just talking to him about what actually happened with him and my mother. Hoping maybe he'll give it to me straight, man to man.

But iunno :dunno: .... just a thought :(
:lol:
 
parent were married 6 years before i was born.

it was a mixed blessing.

pops was a drill sergeant and did all he could to destroy my self esteem and nothing to build it back up.

but by watching his behavior i understood true manhood by his example.
 
Parents divorced when we were 15. Pops was good though ... he paid child support to his ex ... often early ... and even continued to do so for a few years even after we'd turned 18. Basically as a thank you for mom on raising us right, and an apology for being a mediocre husband back in the day. I respect him for that.

r u a twin?
 
I've always thought bastard just meant a fatherless child, but after reading on it... I guess I am.

My mother left my sister & I with grandmother, then moved about 4 states away to find work when I was 1, by the time I was 3 she came back to bring us with her. I never knew my father. Honestly, I have no idea if he even knew where I was or if we had moved away.


I found out, by talking to him via instant messenger, when I was 18 that he was celebrating his anniversary (20th or 25th, I just remember it being longer than I'd been alive) with some kinda remarrying ceremony. I did the math in my head and figured out that he was married when I was born. I had never known that before then.

Here lately, I've really been thinking about trying to find him and just talking to him about what actually happened with him and my mother. Hoping maybe he'll give it to me straight, man to man.

But iunno :dunno: .... just a thought :(

find him
you only get 1
 
I've always thought bastard just meant a fatherless child, but after reading on it... I guess I am.

My mother left my sister & I with grandmother, then moved about 4 states away to find work when I was 1, by the time I was 3 she came back to bring us with her. I never knew my father. Honestly, I have no idea if he even knew where I was or if we had moved away.


I found out, by talking to him via instant messenger, when I was 18 that he was celebrating his anniversary (20th or 25th, I just remember it being longer than I'd been alive) with some kinda remarrying ceremony. I did the math in my head and figured out that he was married when I was born. I had never known that before then.

Here lately, I've really been thinking about trying to find him and just talking to him about what actually happened with him and my mother. Hoping maybe he'll give it to me straight, man to man.

But iunno :dunno: .... just a thought :(
UPDATE:

Fast forward to August 22, 2014, that same year.. a woman reached out to me on Facebook saying that she thinks we have the same father.
We talk over the next few months and I ask a bunch of questions. She's the oldest before he ever got married, but says he was a good weekend dad until she was 13 when he got involved with wife, then shit slowed down & she said she got "treated like shit" by his wife.
She told me about our other siblings, that the daughter he has by wife is the apple of his eye, his pride & joy, if she needed him he would drop everything to go help her. I asked if she thought he would do the same for her? She reluctantly said, "Well... there was one situation... I had car trouble and I was on the side of the road and I called him, he asked me 'Where Damon (her bf) at?', he called a bunch of other people, my uncles, my brother...to see if they could come help me." I listened to her and could tell she knew it was fucked up but she also still accepted him and says they have a good relationship and he lights up whenever she goes over his house weekly.

She put me in contact with one of my younger "outside" brothers, Randall. By his account our father just wanted to raise his kids by his wife, no big deal. He wasn't in his or his younger brother's lives and he know its fucked up but seemed to have an "oh well" attitude about it. Randall & his brother are youngest, 2 years apart, and their mother is best friends with their father's sister, so she's been a longtime family friend (basically, he fucked his sister's best friend. Messy, I know). He told me about being around the family as a kid and trying to play with his half brother (the son by wife) and getting the cold shoulder like " FOH" because he didn't know they were brothers. Randall said he knew they were brothers because his mama always kept it 100 with them.

Eventually, the talking to sister fizzled out. She wanted me to meet him and I wasn't for it, she couldn't understand why, she seemed offended by it.

I still haven't talked to or met my father. Honestly, I don't think I want to. At my age I don't see any benefit to it.
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I am. Never met the man, even though he lived 15 minutes away from me. It was mostly through hearsay, heard-it-through-the-grapevine type shit that I deduced his name and who he was, as my mother never told me and I never asked. I remember some female "friends" of my mother who would bake cakes for me and give me gifts on my birthday who I later determined were my aunts (his sisters). When I got on Facebook a few years ago, I had a girl contact me asking if I knew who she was. She was my half-sister, and she has a sister as well. I assume he stuck around to raise them and is still with their mother.

I didnt turn out to be a fuck up in life, but I do fantasize about killing that nigga. It's a deep-seeded rage that I can't even explain. I've thought either doing it myself, hiring a hitman, or just having him kidnapped so I can torture him Ramsay Bolton style. But for the most part, I just pray that he gets a terminal illness like cancer, and I can go to the hospital and just see him suffering.

you still feel that way??

You want to hear something that will change your life for the best??
 
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