My dad

He apologizes all the time. He was physically and mentally abusive. He was an adulterer. He tells me on a monthly basis how sorry he is. Each time he apologizes, I accept it. How could I not? He wasn’t the best dad, at all. But I’m alive. So, he wasn’t the worst. I don’t forget anything he ever did to me, my sister or my mom. I did learn from him. I learned that I didn’t want that life for myself or my child. I learned what I needed to do to make a better life. We moved all the time. We lived in a tent for 6 or so months. We volunteered at food shelters because we could eat for free. All that, because my dad is an alcoholic. It wasn’t fun or easy growing up me. But I wouldn’t change any of that. I love my dad for all that trouble. Sure, I could hold a grudge. I’d probably be just like him if I did. I love him despite.

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About k1nd3r5t3w

Born and raised in Maine. US Army Veteran, living in Kansas! Love road trips and my son. Go PATRIOTS. Amateur writer who just writes from the heart. Runner.
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