I was never close enough to you to call you daddy, I try and try so hard to get you. I mean, we have our good days, and I love you dearly, you are my father for crissakes, but sometimes I just can’t deal with your outlook on everything.
And I mean everything, from the way mom waits til’ the E comes on to get gas, to your opinion on gay marriage, I disagree with it all. I disagree with momma’s ways too, don’t get me wrong.
I don’t want this to come out bad, I love you, I care about you, I want you happy. But you are just too negative to handle sometimes, I’m sorta glad I’m never at home, and J and I are always out and about.
Just, chill out a little duddy. Everything you spew, by the way, is from Fox News.
Really? really….how us three kids can have such free thinking minds and open opinions with someone like that in the house is beyond me.
We may not have any heartwarming childhood memories with you, and sometimes we get sick of the way you handle things, but that’s probably because momma brought us up way different than you were brought up, and I want you to know that even when I have to vent, even when you piss me the hell off, I will stick by your side, even if you and momma fight and you are in the wrong, I will come say good night and I love you to you, I don’t want to look back when I am older and regret not letting you know that I love you, and mom too, I love you both dearly..and when the time comes that I lose you goes I don’t want to hate myself for not showing you just how important you being in my life truly is.
Thank you for everything you give me, and try to do for me, even in your weird, socially awkward ways, even if I want you to look at the glass half full instead of damned empty.
Love you poppa bear. 😀