I don’t want to be a sap but I fucking love my dad. I’m very blessed to have a parent that contrasts the abusive nature of my mom, that assures me that I don’t have to take crap from her, that I’m free now, that I’m not crazy for coming to terms with the fact that she abused me horribly throughout my life, that somebody else saw that and tried their best to take care of me.
As fucked up mentally as I am and suicidal still, I do not want to make him feel like his efforts were in vain. He deserves a competent and good child. Maybe one day I’ll be that.
