I met my dad when I was 10 years old, and he was really sick with diabetes so we couldn't do much other than sit and talk. I barely got to see him though because his mother really didn't like me. Everyone told me I shouldn't have let that bother me because everyday is not promised. He died a week after I turned 12. I may go with my mom to visit his grave though.
I was thinking about making a thread tha other day asking how many of tha gays on here actually speak to their fathers since i so so many despise them and love their moms like no other
I'm the inverse of these girls. Although I don't hate my parents ( anymore).
Having a riveting conversation about how much he means to me over dinner at Texas Cattle Company. Then I'll show him the card I made for him and we'll both hug each other and say I love you.
jk he's not getting ****.
Now now, I think I might drop him a brief collect call.
to my dad today. He rules.
