My dad taught me what I am worth, what I deserve, and to never settle for anything less.
Even once you’re without-a-shred-of-doubt visibly pregnant, you can’t expect strangers to give up their seat for you so readily because the world is populated by some very conveniently clueless individuals who will happily ignore you rather than sacrifice their own comfort.
If I am to allow myself the room to fail than it only stands to reason that I must accept his failings.
It’s different when you meet that guy or girl that you think you might love, and your dad isn’t there to put the fear of God in them should they ever break your heart. And to remind them, semi-jokingly, that he has a gun.
You were my best friend, my partner in crime, and my ultimate cheerleader. I loved you despite your flaws.
Surprise the fathers in your life with one of these gifts this holiday, and I promise they won’t be disappointed.
So the boys grow up repeating the sins of their fathers.
Not because they’re bad. Just because they didn’t know better.
“My wife’s body is so different lately, it’s like fucking a whole new person. I’m so into it.”
My dad flooded my world with alternatives to the norm. Showing me the kind of person I want to be and setting the bar high for the kind of man I’d want to be with
Is it bad if my bump is kind of lopsided?