Living without a dad

I was born September 4,1996 in Boston, MA. We moved to Puerto Rico in January 27,1996 to be closer to my father. We couldnt find him when we got there because he got arrested  for being a fugitive. He spent 2 years in jail, and I would go visit  him until he escaped form jail. Then he went back to jail for 1 year for being a fugitive again.Then I didn't see him that often because he was hiding from the police or drug dealing. My mother was very afraid that I would grow up to be like him because I had a really bad attitude so she moved away from him and placed a restriction order. For 13 years I saw him about 10 times in my life. I never got to spend time with him because of all the things he did, sometimes he would make up an excuse to not see me or say he was too busy to hangout with me. When I started growing I always wondered what having a dad felt like because I saw all my friends with their dad's I never had one. My mom always was there for me when I wanted to play catch or just play around. When i was about 12  I called my dad and he started yelling at me for calling him I got so mad I swore at him. My mom got really mad at me for swearing at him but i told her what he did and shes called him and told  me to say that im sorry. When i called him I was still mad and he said I cant do that to him, but I told him that he cant get mad at me for calling him to say hi. 2 months later he came to Puerto Rico and never called me or visited me my mom was really mad and she use to cry because she thought that I felt left out. I use to tell her to not worry because I was fine and I didnt really needed a dad to live. My life has been a little crazy but my mom has always been there for me.