Hunter368 Bio:
Born in Winnipeg moved around from there, where ever my Father's job took us.
Lived in: Winnipeg, MB Brandon, MB The Pas, MB Flin Flon, MB Nipawan, SK
Creighton, SK Pontrilas, SK Winnipeg, MB again.
My Father was a incredible carpenter, among the best in Canada from what I have been told by sources. When I was 12 years old my Father started working up north on the DEW line for the next 10 years.
I was a teen hockey star, captain of my team for years, won medals, scoring titles. I eventually quit b/c my parents could not afford to pay for my hockey anymore. I am the youngest of three children (me and two older sisters).
We were a very very poor family growing up, at times my Mother only had dry bread to feeds us kids for breakfast, lunch and dinner. My parents were not very good with money, claimed bankruptcy three times in 20 years. At times my Dad earned allot of money on the DEW line but we were still poor b/c he wasted it.
Dad was an alcoholic, chain smoker, abusive to my Mother and sister. I remember falling a sleep many times listening to my Mother fall herself to sleep crying b/c of my Father. Once my Dad slammed my older sister's head into the door over and over again b/c she lipped off to him. She was bleeding from her face and nose afterwards.
My Father was a different man before he worked on the DEW line and started drinking. He would take me fishing daily, coached my hockey teams, played games with me, etc. Then around my 12th birthday it changed, he worked on DEW line, became alcoholic. At times growing up in my teens I hated my Father b/c what he did to my mother, sister. I hated him b/c he was never there for me growing up, never at my games, never to talk to. I hated him with a passion for many years. Between ages 13-35 I hated him for all he had done to our family. Then he got cancer and doctors gave him 6 weeks to live.
I decided to visit him and be there for him in his dying days. I never forgiven him for all he had done, but I decided to be there in his final days. At that time I remember him, as I wanted to remember him, from my younger days. When he played with me, cared about me, cared for his family. His last days he was a shell of a man, he went from a 190lbs strong man to a 110lbs weak skeleton. After he died I was still mad at him, for dying before we could settle things between us. I was no kid anymore I was a man, I wanted to tell him what I really thought of him. But he died before I could do it, sitting here now I am getting mad at him again just thinking about. Of all the hell he put us through, I wanted to punch right in the face. But he died a thin weak man, he cheated me again.
I think of my father I think of 5 words: love, fear, hate, regret, guilt. I loved him as a child, loved him b/c he was my father. Feared what he became after he started drinking. Hated him for what he did to our family, which is still felt till this day, years after his death. I regret things could not of been different, we could have been a loving family. Till this day I at times feel guilt for not standing up to him as a teen, thinking that maybe I could of changed things if I would of stood up to him. At times I feel shame for not protecting my sister and mother from him when I was a teenager. Maybe he would of listened to his only son, maybe I could of changed him. I have considered suicide many times growing up, I still suffer at times from depression. Once as a 15 old child I walked in on mom trying to kill herself, I had to stop her.
All I ever wanted as a child was a father who was around all the time to look up to and respect, someone I could be proud of. Now I still hate him even after he is dead, but for some reason I also feel sorry for him. Not sure why. I wish things could have been different. I wish I had a father to be proud of, to talk to, for my children to love.
I married my grade 9 prom date and have had two children with her. I can't say it has always been easy with her but she is a great person. I would never want to have children with anyone else. She is a great mother and person. I love her till the day I die. She has made me a better man and person.
Based off my experiences with my father, I do not drink a drop of alcohol. I have said this before, I want to be the opposite of everything my dad ever was. I want to grow old looking after and being there for my children and wife. I love them with my entire being.
I have several professional designations in logistics and I am a Professional Logistician. Been a manager for 17 years in business.
I love hockey, golf, mixed martial arts, reading, learning, history and gaming of all kinds. If I had one dream that could true about just myself, it would be to be a professional MMA fighter. But of course I am too old now for that but I love to watch and do it for fun.
Favorite hockey players: Scott Stevens, Cam Neely. Favorite MMA fighters: GSP, BJ Penn, Randy Couture.
My family has a bad history with cancer. Father, grand mother, mother in law have all died from cancer. Father in law has cancer, both sisters have had cancer. My mother has had many kinds of cancer. Her doctors say there is less then a hand full of women who have had the number of cancers my mom has had and lived. I hate cancer more then most people, I am sure you can understand.
I am a very healthy 180lbs 38-year-old man that looks forward to watching my kids grow up. I truly want to be there for my kids, their good times, their sad times and fun times.
Greatest fear would be not being there for my kids when they need me the most.
Sorry for my long boring post,
Hunter.