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.

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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