I usually don't post about my family or other personal things,besides this post grad life I'm living, but I just thought I'd leave this here.
The text below was written on June 19, 2011 (Father's Day) on my Tumblr page...
The past couple of years have NOT been easy. I sit and think about how much of a brat I was to you. You gave me tough love and TLC even when I didn’t want it from you. I hurt your feelings many times, tried shutting you away from me for no reason, and yet you continued to be there for me anyway.
Sure you whooped me even when I was in high school, took my door off the hinges, threw a paper towel roll at me and wished you had something harder to throw (lol) but every day you would remind me how much you loved me and would miss me when I went off to college. You even asked if we could do daddy/daughter stuff before I left, but of course, I was so wrapped up in wanting to leave the house that I didn’t want to do anything with you or mommy.
The month before my 18th birthday we didn’t speak (for who knows what reason), and you still picked me up from school even though I could’ve walked; and gave me lunch money when I could’ve packed a lunch or ate nothing…
