My daughters have a father.  They have a father that loves them more than anything else in the world and would do anything for them.  My girls are my reason for being here.  When my oldest daughter was born, I changed.  I was no longer the same person.

I would never try to be a father to a child who already has a father.  When I was with ’her’ I never did anything with her son that would confuse him, or make him thank that I was a father figure for him.  Because I knew that he had a father who loved him very much and did the things a father does.  He already had that, and didn’t need it from me.

If a child did not have a father that wanted to be a real dad and take care of them the way a dad should, then I would have no problem taking on the role of a father to that child, because every child should have a father.  But they only need one.

Another man treating a child like they are their own, when that child has a father, is wrong.  The mother of a child who allows this to happen is failing as a mother.  She is not putting the health and well being of her child above her own selfish desires.

A real father without his child has nothing..  A man who has nothing.. has nothing to lose.  Any other man out there that thinks it is OK for them to act like a father to my children, it’s not.  They have a father, you are not it.  You did not change their diapers when they were babies.  You did not teach them their ABC’s or how to count to 10.

When they first said da-da, they were not talking about you.  You didn’t teach them to throw a football, or a baseball, to swing a bat, or to ride a bike.  You were not sitting next to their mother in the delivery room holding her for hours and hours.

You were not the one that looked at their mother after your first child was born knowing that the doctors were worried they would not be able to stop the bleeding and when she was terrified and asked you what was wrong, even though it took everything in you to not show your worry or your own fears, you kept your arms around her and put her head in your chest and told her that everything was OK.

You were not the one who was there when the youngest was born, and knew that there were serious complications.  Knew that the doctor was in a panic because something was wrong, and knew that there was a good chance something VERY BAD could be happening.  Yet kept your calm and fought back your own tears once again to be able to look that new babies mother in her eyes and hold her in your arms and be the strength she need to get through it.

My daughters have a father.

It is not you

or you

or you

and it never will be.

It is ME

I will NEVER let that change.

Semper Fi.