Somehow, everything on the entire site is about them and their kid.
Thank you for giving me the best piece of you that you could have ever possibly given me.
You consistently fought for your life, and I never heard you complain! You were always thankful to be alive and thankful to live another day. Thank you for also molding me into a fighter, Dad.
The thing I don’t understand, Dad, especially after the first telling week, is how you voted for Donald Trump. Part of what makes it so difficult for me to understand is that you are a father and a union member. You have four daughters who don’t need another man out there to call us sluts or whores or to grab us by our pussies.
Learners who performed well in their classes are the ones who are well-supported by their parents and who reside in a positive milieu.
They should never make me feel guilty of expressing my thoughts, feelings, and emotions. They shouldn’t make me feel guilty of being me.
I did not allow my parents choices to make me bitter towards all of society or others dealing with addiction or mental illness. Theirs is only one story of countless others and while many individuals in these situations or otherwise may seem tough, everyone has a heart and they need love the most.
First off, shout out to my mom and dad for allowing me to move back in with them after I spent all my money and had no where else to go.
Big events will never be the same again. My parents will never get to see the person their daughter grew up to be.
But somewhere along the dad path I made a strategic shift – and if it were a bumper sticker that shift would read: “Shit Happens. Deal With It.”