I Miss My Dad…
And thats not easy for me to admit. He’s done a lot of crazy things that have made things the way they are…but he’s still my dad. I miss seeing him all the time, and all the fun things we used to do. Shooting hoops, throwing the baseball in the back yard. Playing Mario Kart Wii for hours. The week my step mom was in Texas, we got up, did our work we had planned to do, showered, tossed back a beer or two and ate dinner, played Mario for two hours, went to bed. And repeated for 3 days straight. I miss that. My dad’s not a bad guy. He’s made some upsetting decisions in the last 3 months, but he’s not a bad person. I didnt want things to be this way. I sorta knew what i was doing when i moved in with my mom, but that doesn’t soften the blow, or conceal the hurt. He’s my dad, and i love him, and he wants nothing to do with me anymore.. I just wish that were different…
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