the real me

Dad.

I hated my dad so much at  one point in my life. I had never even had that much  hate for my mom, despite the things she did. I had so much anger towards my dad. He has done some pretty shitty things to me in my life, but I forgive him for everything. I think I hated him so much because I really loved him to death. He isn't the person he use to be, but he still has his moments. I love him regardless. Today I was really thinking about how much it would affect me if my my dad died anytime soon. You may think why the hell is she worrying about that? Well my childhood best friends dad had passed away 2 years ago on this day, and it just really had me thinking. I always worry for my dad, because he has some health issues that he doesn't get medical attention for, and it just scares me. I just hope and pray that he will be alive for a very long time. My dad is the first person, I've ever been able to forgive for doing such mean things to me, which is something pretty major for me because it's mostly impossible for me to be able to do that. I just know I will always love my dad so much, and I finally know that he loves me just as much. <3