I want my own family so bad, i never really had a family growing up and i think that had a lot to do with how i am now but im not sure if its for better or worse. i want my own child to raise with a real father in the house, i would love to have a girl as i was never any good with my father and i wouldnt know how to treat a son. when i love, i love unconditionally. i wonder if that is the best kind for a family, i wonder what it is that keeps a family from breaking apart. i cry tears for the children i have yet to concieve because how can i be the one to deserve love from a child, how can i deserve a family to which i have yet to be privileged? can i ever be secure enough with myself to implicitely trust someone to be with me forever? i am terrified of divorcing after i have my own children, i cringe at the thought of my future children going through what i went. i get teary eyed thinking of about the possibility of holding a bundle of joy and life in my arms and wondering if i would have the courage to do anything it takes to keep my children safe, healthy and happy. the responsibility of family, of life is scary and crushing but at the same time peaceful and exuberant. how could my parents do what they did? how could any parent do the horrible things that i read and see on the news? does not every parent dream of the day they become larger than life to someone else? i wonder if my children will love and respect me? i wonder if i will love them as much as my wife? so many fears, hopes, dreams and wonders await the idea of a family. how many more tears will i shed before the dream becomes a reality?