Dad

I hate my self sometimes for the way I treat my Dad. He's been through so fucking much, and just thinking about that makes me cry sometimes. He loves nothing more in the world than me, my sis, and mom. But, for some odd dumb ass reason, I give him a hard time when I'm home or over the phone. I'm sarcastic, fresh, and very short tempered, and I give small brief answers when he asks me questions. I love him so fucking much, and it sucks that I can't translate that when I actually see him. My Dad is 58, and is just around the corner from 60. He's been through so much and has battled with various things throughout his life. I am extremely proud to be his son. He's unique, special, thoughtful, logical, loving, caring, passionate, and I like to think that I have inherited most of his traits. When I go to his facebook and read his Info and about me, I always tear up. I know how much I love him, and I wish that one day, I'll be able to actually show him how much I love him. I've always felt that I've never been the best son my dad could have, and that really pisses me off. This has been goin' on since I can remember, and I'm going to try very hard to try and change that. I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!!!