its not my dads fault..
i keep telling myself he doesnt mean to be like this.
but he didnt need to pull his shit in front of rob.
he is by far the nicest, most sincere guy i have ever met.
its been two years since we met and started getting close around january this year.
im so grateful for him always being there for me. and he's stuck with me through some pretty hard times. but god i didnt want him to have to see my dad like that. and see the way i break down.
well. after the disaster. and my dad left. we went out and rented fight club to watch in the basement. i like doing things just in spite of him but i have to admit i lovedd that movie.
he had to leave so i went over to my grams house where myself, my uncle, aunt and mother hung out, hearing my grandmother telling her sex jokes is probably one of the most entertaining and disturbing things in the world.
oh and ^ i dont know what i would do without that little guy.
despite everything. i went down to the basement just to cry and get away. when i looked out the window there was a red cardinal staring at me. it just reminds me that my grandpa is watching over me and no matter what he will take care of me and help me get through the bad.
i love you. r.i.p. theres not a day when your not missed.
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