Mr. Blackwell a.k.a. My Dad
May 21st, 2008 by jessi3ca
I love my Daddy to death. I really really do. But he hasn’t always been the best Daddy. Along the road of life he got confused between what his responsiblilities were and what he wanted. Daddy has always believed to go after what you want, and he did.
So, needless to say it’s been me, Mom and Adrianna. A solid family of three. I love Momma so much because she has to put up with me, a 16 year old, and my sister who is 10 and has a learning disorder called Autism. Sometimes she loses her cool, but what mom doesn’t? As for me, I go on. If I ever break down, it’s to my best friends or God when I’m going to sleep. I’ve heard girls at school say they can talk to their Dad about anything. It makes me feel akward, and sometimes even sad. I get these childish thoughts like well, why don’t I have that? What did I do wrong? This started in 6th grade and silently ate me up to the 9th grade. By then, I’d had two boyfriends with both relationships ending up in smoke. I was beginning to come up with the theorey that all men/boys were mean, cold hearted and wanted to hurt me. But, that year, I got put in Mr. Blackwell’s Pre-Algebra class.
Mr. Blackwell is 6′ tall, has really really short hair, small glasses and the sweetest smile anyone could love. I use to hate math but he broke it down really simple and for the first time in a while I had an A in math. He made it fun and showed me that not all men are idiots. Everyday Mr. Blackwell makes me smile. He loves me like I’m his and I love him like he’s my Dad. Sometimes I wish he really was. I hope that one day I can find someone like him so I can snatch him up 
I love you DAD!!!!!!!!!