He's my Rock
So, I've had a pretty rough night. I came home after bawling in my car on the way back from a friends house. Dad was on the otherside of the door when i came in and hugged me tight and made me tell him what was wrong. I won't go into it here. But, he basically made me feel like, 'hey, it's all going to work out, bc we dont have to have everyone understand us, bc even though the lows are really low sometimes, especially when people are shits, when the highs come around, and they always do, those people who made fun or criticized will have no idea the joy that we experience' My father is my rock...plain and simple. When I'm down he is at his best. Not criticizing what you don't understand seems like a really simple concept, but it doesn't really seem like a lot of people go by that. Why not? Anyway, like usual my dad has calmed me down and helped me see a bigger picture....i love him with all my heart and soul, he is my ultimate soulmate