Confessions of Real Son of a Bitch!

by Alfredo Burgoin

Hello everyone. This will be a series of short stories about my life. About the day to day activities in my life and surroundings. More important, the people that are arround me. I have recently discovered through my experience in dealing with these here people et al, that I am a real son of a bitch.

I have a wondeful family like everyone else and just like everyone else we fuck up. These past years it has been 70% fuck ups though. But who’s counting right? Lately a series of events (which i will share later on) in my life have made a huge impact in the way i see this here world and reality. This is a large and vague topic which I will not get into alot, more important is the things I decided to do to fix this current situation that I am in. Me being a son of a bitch.

One of the main issues is me not spending alot of time with my daughters. Don’t judge, remember my tittle, I know I am a son of a bitch.

I am deeply commited to not remain a son of a bitch. I did not start like a mental map of things I needed to change in the future. Instead what I did was start right away. Shit was real and I needed to change asap!

The first thing was to start hanging out with my kids. Now there are exterior factors I have not thrown into the equation. Like for example I am separated for 5 years now. I do not live with none of my babies’ mothers. There are two. Believe me I will later touch on this subject.

Well as it turns out that today in Rosarito B.C. Mexico there was a Score International Race underway.

So I took my daughter Jessica (age 15) to this event. The event itself was ok but what happened on the drive there was the reason for this milestone in my life.

Jessica my daughter is an amazing young woman. She absolutely adores animals of all sort. Except spiders, don’t understand why. She picks up dogs and cats that are strayed or abandoned, cleans and feeds them and then sets them up for adoption in her Facebook. High success rate I might add, otherwise her mom would be mad that all these pets are around the house. She is very helpful and is always concerned about my well being.

During this short and quiet drive we did talk about school stuff, how she was adapting to a high school enviroment. How all her classmates think of her as the mean girl. They think she is mad all the time. The ask her if she smiles sometimes, she does but it takes a lot of trust on her part to share with you, a stranger, her beautiful sense of humor. In these talks she mentioned to me that that Samantha (age 17, other daughter) and her were driving near my ex-wife’s (wife#2) parents house. Were she currently lives I believe. They were talking about meeting their step sister which they haver never ever, ever ever, seen, other than in pictures they run into while facebooking (is facebooking a word?)

At this point in the conversation I was so excited to hear her story. I was curious to know what made them want to seek out for their step sister. Their reasons were real and legit. Enough said.

Samantha is of the opinion that me and her broke up but they are not the ones to be blamed or punished because of it. I fully agree with her. Ex-wife (#2) does not agree with our ways of thinking when it comes to this particular subject at hand. Jessica is of the opinion that she just wants to see her sister, can’t even decide if she will like her to say an elaborate opinion about it lol. I love these women and their way of thinking. These are my daughters.

The question here is what did I do about it. And how can I fix this situation I created by me being a son of a bitch. I told them that recently about two days prior out of the blue Adriana (ex wife #2) called me to inform me that our daughter is ok and well. She gave me her condolences for recently losing my dearest grandmother. It felt good to comunicate with her. Felt good to know she is well. I mentioned to my daughters and Veronica (ex wife#1) that I will write her an email explaining the situation and their reasonable request. I have always felt that I can explain myself fully in writing. So we will wait for further reactions and consequences that hopefully take us where we desire to be. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Out of all the things you could be doing with your time you are here experiencing these moments with me . For that I am greatful.