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Talking The Role Of Step Parenting (feat. John Fontanez) (4 of 8)

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This is the fifth conversation with John and I and to be honest this was my favorite. Here is what John wrote to summarize this episode:
"Step-parenting was a touchy subject for me. Slowly I’ve come to recognize the role that a step-parent plays in the life of the kids that come with a marriage. But it’s been a slow journey along a path that has at times angered me and at other times filled me with fear. The truth is that while I was married I lacked incredibly as a parent, as a dad. I worked and provided as one should do, but I wasn’t fully there mentally or emotionally. I’ve always felt like I lacked something in life. That has ranged from confidence and belief in myself to an ideal of monetary success. So getting married and having a child wasn’t something that was planned or well thought out. It was an escape of sorts from a life of addiction and failure and solitude. I wasn’t prepared to be a loving husband nor was I capable of being a loving parent. I felt like marriage and children would add some credibility to an otherwise destitute life. Instead I brought havoc to the relationship and a roller coaster of emotions to family life.
Once I separated and ultimately divorced I became incredibly fearful of losing my children, first to weekend visitations, then to Ana’s eventual husband. I sought split-custody hoping to remain a constant presence in my girls’ lives. And though I truly wanted to be very much involved in their lives, I remained ignorant of what it took to be a fully-involved parent. That decision, like many in my life was fear based. However, it was the right decision nonetheless. The unfounded fear of losing them to a step-parent was derived from the fact that I had not been a good father.
As my relationship with my girls strengthened and I became a better father, my fears slowly dissipated. I now saw clearly and knew that I wasn’t going to lose my girls. They knew who their dad was. What I had to accept was that other people were going to love my girls, and that included Ana’s husband. That also included his parents and siblings and a host of other people that I wouldn’t necessarily have a relationship with. And if they weren’t harming them I had no right to dictate their relationship to my girls. I wanted to always be in control, but I couldn’t exercise control over Ana’s new family, which now included a step-parent.
Whereas I once voiced my disapproval and let it be known that there wasn’t any need for a step-parent because I was present, I now recognize the role that Ana’s husband plays. He hasn’t stepped in to replace me, rather, he has stepped up and has taken the responsibilities of a parent when either of us could be there. He has taught my girls things that I couldn’t teach them because he has knowledge in areas to which I am ignorant. And instead of being jealous and angry at such a notion, as I have been at times, I’ve come to see the benefit in it. He is another source of knowledge for my girls. He also takes them to school and picks them up when Ana cannot. My little girl was once able to spend the day with him at his work when she had a day off from school and we couldn’t take off. I have come to appreciate what he does and the role he plays. It’s important as well. And many of times underappreciated. I’ve only recently come to this knowledge.
Now I am in a relationship with a woman who has two young children. The very role that I resisted for my own children may very well be the role I play in her children’s lives. And I have no desire to steal them away from their father. It seems ludicrous that I’d feel that way regarding another person coming into my girls’ lives. But as I’ve admitted, my feelings were fed by fear. I only want to be a positive influence in her children’s lives. My desire is to help where I can, lend my support and be an anchor in all their lives. I never imagined I’d be in this position, but here I am. "

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Apr 30 2018 · 1hr 30mins
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{PART 2} Meeting Father For First Time After 24 Years | The John Fontanez Story (2 of 8)

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I am back sitting down with John Fontanez to help him tell his unique story...Drugs x Foster Child x Divorced x Confusion x Family and much more... Share this video

While growing up I didn’t realize that I missed a dad in my life. I was just a kid growing up in the environment that surrounded me. My grandmother was caring for me and there were always aunts and uncles coming and going. I was about twenty-four when I decided I wanted to meet my dad. I was still a member of the church and around this time. After looking towards the pastor and yearning for the attention a father would give to his son, I felt like I needed to know my real dad. Having not realized that I had missed a father in my life to becoming a man who was like a boy yearning for that fatherly attention and affection, I was driven to move forward with this.
I had known an uncle, my dad’s brother, who was a Sherriff’s Dept. bounty hunter. I ran into him a few times while I was in the streets and we’d always have a brief chat. My dad was never mentioned. I decided to start there. After going to see him and asking if he knew where my father was he introduced me to an aunt and she became my connection to my dad.
My aunt told me that my dad lived in Arizona. He had been stationed there in the Air Force and retired there. Thanksgiving 1995 I went to my grandparents’ house. While there I was looking at the pictures of the family on the wall in the living room. I saw my dad with his four kids, but there was another picture that kind of shook me. It was my dad’s high school graduation picture. Essentially it was my face hanging on that wall. I couldn’t stop staring at it and throughout the rest of the night I would steal a glance every chance that I got. I was amazed at the resemblance, the common features.
Even though my dad wasn’t a part of my childhood, I also recall not accepting the offer to call another man dad. My mom was married for a brief time. I lived with my mother and her husband in Delaware. I was about five at the time, and as far as I can remember I liked him and he liked me. He treated me nice, like a son. He once said that I could call him dad if I’d like to, but I knew then that he wasn’t my dad and I wasn’t going to call him dad. It was like I had some innate knowledge of real dads versus other men or step-dads.
I think that I’ve carried that thought with me into adulthood. It’s not that I don’t believe in the idea, rather, I don’t see it as an automatic happening simply because one picks up a new partner. There are times when that new partner is truly operating in the role of a parent because for any number of reasons the biological parent isn’t in the picture. You can see my view doesn’t follow traditional step-parent protocol. As it has to do with me, I am a very active dad in my girls’ lives, so I feel as though there is no need for a step-parent in the traditional sense. However, I will admit that I felt threatened by the presence of a new man in my children’s lives. I felt like I was losing them, and Ana was selfishly moving them into a new family unit. And truth be told I didn’t only feel threatened by the new man, I also felt threatened by people I didn’t even know such as his parents and siblings. I felt like they’d reinforce this stepdad thing and force it upon my girls. I was alone and I was scared and I was angry. Even after Ana and I worked out the custody agreement I still held on to my fears. Any time there was a hint of it I’d be sure to make my feelings known to Ana. I was attempting to dictate the rules regarding our girls and pushing my feelings about step-parenting on her. For me, it has remained a touchy subject, but I’ve gotten better with the role that Ana’s husband plays.

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Mar 15 2018 · 45mins
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Meeting Father For First Time After 24 Years | The John Fontanez Story (2 of 8)

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I am back sitting down with John Fontanez to help him tell his unique story...Drugs x Foster Child x Divorced x Confusion x Family and much more... Share this video

While growing up I didn’t realize that I missed a dad in my life. I was just a kid growing up in the environment that surrounded me. My grandmother was caring for me and there were always aunts and uncles coming and going. I was about twenty-four when I decided I wanted to meet my dad. I was still a member of the church and around this time. After looking towards the pastor and yearning for the attention a father would give to his son, I felt like I needed to know my real dad. Having not realized that I had missed a father in my life to becoming a man who was like a boy yearning for that fatherly attention and affection, I was driven to move forward with this.
I had known an uncle, my dad’s brother, who was a Sherriff’s Dept. bounty hunter. I ran into him a few times while I was in the streets and we’d always have a brief chat. My dad was never mentioned. I decided to start there. After going to see him and asking if he knew where my father was he introduced me to an aunt and she became my connection to my dad.
My aunt told me that my dad lived in Arizona. He had been stationed there in the Air Force and retired there. Thanksgiving 1995 I went to my grandparents’ house. While there I was looking at the pictures of the family on the wall in the living room. I saw my dad with his four kids, but there was another picture that kind of shook me. It was my dad’s high school graduation picture. Essentially it was my face hanging on that wall. I couldn’t stop staring at it and throughout the rest of the night I would steal a glance every chance that I got. I was amazed at the resemblance, the common features.
Even though my dad wasn’t a part of my childhood, I also recall not accepting the offer to call another man dad. My mom was married for a brief time. I lived with my mother and her husband in Delaware. I was about five at the time, and as far as I can remember I liked him and he liked me. He treated me nice, like a son. He once said that I could call him dad if I’d like to, but I knew then that he wasn’t my dad and I wasn’t going to call him dad. It was like I had some innate knowledge of real dads versus other men or step-dads.
I think that I’ve carried that thought with me into adulthood. It’s not that I don’t believe in the idea, rather, I don’t see it as an automatic happening simply because one picks up a new partner. There are times when that new partner is truly operating in the role of a parent because for any number of reasons the biological parent isn’t in the picture. You can see my view doesn’t follow traditional step-parent protocol. As it has to do with me, I am a very active dad in my girls’ lives, so I feel as though there is no need for a step-parent in the traditional sense. However, I will admit that I felt threatened by the presence of a new man in my children’s lives. I felt like I was losing them, and Ana was selfishly moving them into a new family unit. And truth be told I didn’t only feel threatened by the new man, I also felt threatened by people I didn’t even know such as his parents and siblings. I felt like they’d reinforce this stepdad thing and force it upon my girls. I was alone and I was scared and I was angry. Even after Ana and I worked out the custody agreement I still held on to my fears. Any time there was a hint of it I’d be sure to make my feelings known to Ana. I was attempting to dictate the rules regarding our girls and pushing my feelings about step-parenting on her. For me, it has remained a touchy subject, but I’ve gotten better with the role that Ana’s husband plays.

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Mar 11 2018 · 36mins
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(PART II) Drug Addictions (Cocaine, Heroine, Alcohol, Marijuana) The John Fontanez Story

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John Fontanez has a story and I’ve been given the opportunity to help Tell it. Huge shout out to my high school classmate Linda Ley for this connection. Stay tuned for announcements on when John’s new podcast will be launching. In the meantime enjoy the 8 episodes of us building up the foundation for John’s Podcast. Here is John’s summary of this first episode. In the following conversation here is what you will hear.
“I am a father of two daughters ages fourteen and nine. I was married for nine years but went through a divorce in 2012. Shortly after the divorce I began to see my girls less and less and decided to file for joint custody. After some time, my ex-wife and I were able to come to an agreement and we now share fifty-fifty custody. We have a good, working relationship that places our girls first, ahead of our personal feelings and we co-parent in an effective manner.
It has been a long road to get where I am today and there is still much work to be done. I come from a very troubled past that includes drug addiction, violence, abandonment and jail time. I grew up in Camden, NJ and became a victim of the streets very early in my life. I made horrible choices that were detrimental to my well being time and again.
My family life wasn’t ideal, nor did I grow up in a loving environment. I was raised by an over-worked grandmother that had custody of me after a brief time in a foster home. My father wasn’t around having had a fling with my mom and then following on with his plans to join the Airforce and begin his family, minus me. So, my grandmother did the best that she could do always providing the essentials but lacking the ability to show affectionate love. I guess I began to look elsewhere and found a lot of what I was looking for in drugs and alcohol.
I first got drunk at the age of eleven with some neighborhood friends. Not long after I tried weed for the first time with these same friends. Weed became a daily thing and alcohol followed. I took to both substances like they were a natural progression into my teenage years. By fourteen I was dabbling in cocaine. I had older friends that were already in the drug game and used daily. As a result, I was using too. Then at seventeen I tried heroin, and though it took a little while to get hooked, I was instantly headed in that direction.
Around this time, I also got swept up in the drug game. I had dabbled a little in selling drugs, but now I was selling full-time out on a corner in broad daylight pushing crack. Most of the money I made fed my heroin addiction. At my worst I was snorting about a bundle a day. Ultimately, I was arrested several times for dealing. The first time I was given probation for three years. About seven months into that I was arrested twice more and was given a five-year prison sentence. I was nineteen. I did two and half years of that sentence.
While in jail I had a jailhouse conversation and gave my heart to Jesus. I was quite serious about my new way of life. I attended church daily and when I was released I joined a local church. The Pastor took me under his wing and I was happy to have a male father figure in my life. I didn’t realize it then but that is what I saw in him and I wanted all his attention. Obviously, he couldn’t give me what I required, and I became rebellious and ultimately left the church. I was searching for something I didn’t have growing up – a father and someone to love me. Soon after leaving I was back on heroin and that second run would last another five years.
When I was about twenty-eight I was arrested again for possession. Initially, I was offered a three-year sentence, but it was reduced to one-year house arrest and three years’ probation following. Around this time I met the woman that would become my wife and I made a decision to get clean. However, shortly after she became pregnant with our daughter I used heroin once more. After that time, more than fifteen years ago, I have never used again. Though the marriage ultimately didn’t stand the test of time, we have two beautiful daughters and they have never seen me struggle with addiction”

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Feb 25 2018 · 45mins
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Drug Addictions (Cocaine, Heroin, Alcohol, Marijuana) The John Fontanez Story

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John Fontanez has a story and I’ve been given the opportunity to help Tell it. Huge shout out to my high school classmate Linda Ley for this connection. Stay tuned for announcements on when John’s new podcast will be launching. In the meantime enjoy the 8 episodes of us building up the foundation for John’s Podcast. Here is John’s summary of this first episode. In the following conversation here is what you will hear.
“I am a father of two daughters ages fourteen and nine. I was married for nine years but went through a divorce in 2012. Shortly after the divorce I began to see my girls less and less and decided to file for joint custody. After some time, my ex-wife and I were able to come to an agreement and we now share fifty-fifty custody. We have a good, working relationship that places our girls first, ahead of our personal feelings and we co-parent in an effective manner.
It has been a long road to get where I am today and there is still much work to be done. I come from a very troubled past that includes drug addiction, violence, abandonment and jail time. I grew up in Camden, NJ and became a victim of the streets very early in my life. I made horrible choices that were detrimental to my well being time and again.
My family life wasn’t ideal, nor did I grow up in a loving environment. I was raised by an over-worked grandmother that had custody of me after a brief time in a foster home. My father wasn’t around having had a fling with my mom and then following on with his plans to join the Airforce and begin his family, minus me. So, my grandmother did the best that she could do always providing the essentials but lacking the ability to show affectionate love. I guess I began to look elsewhere and found a lot of what I was looking for in drugs and alcohol.
I first got drunk at the age of eleven with some neighborhood friends. Not long after I tried weed for the first time with these same friends. Weed became a daily thing and alcohol followed. I took to both substances like they were a natural progression into my teenage years. By fourteen I was dabbling in cocaine. I had older friends that were already in the drug game and used daily. As a result, I was using too. Then at seventeen I tried heroin, and though it took a little while to get hooked, I was instantly headed in that direction.
Around this time, I also got swept up in the drug game. I had dabbled a little in selling drugs, but now I was selling full-time out on a corner in broad daylight pushing crack. Most of the money I made fed my heroin addiction. At my worst I was snorting about a bundle a day. Ultimately, I was arrested several times for dealing. The first time I was given probation for three years. About seven months into that I was arrested twice more and was given a five-year prison sentence. I was nineteen. I did two and half years of that sentence.
While in jail I had a jailhouse conversation and gave my heart to Jesus. I was quite serious about my new way of life. I attended church daily and when I was released I joined a local church. The Pastor took me under his wing and I was happy to have a male father figure in my life. I didn’t realize it then but that is what I saw in him and I wanted all his attention. Obviously, he couldn’t give me what I required, and I became rebellious and ultimately left the church. I was searching for something I didn’t have growing up – a father and someone to love me. Soon after leaving I was back on heroin and that second run would last another five years.
When I was about twenty-eight I was arrested again for possession. Initially, I was offered a three-year sentence, but it was reduced to one-year house arrest and three years’ probation following. Around this time I met the woman that would become my wife and I made a decision to get clean. However, shortly after she became pregnant with our daughter I used heroin once more. After that time, more than fifteen years ago, I have never used again. Though the marriage ultimately didn’t stand the test of time, we have two beautiful daughters and they have never seen me struggle with addiction”

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Feb 24 2018 · 20mins