You would think there couldn't be a holiday that made me more bitter then Mother's day, but Father's day takes the cake. At least with my mom she has never been a big part of my life, I had my Aunts and my Nanny to fill the gap....but my Dad I knew him,I got to watch him destroy his life.I have good memories of him, late night pizza ,watching wrestling, and South Park, my light up sneakers, and my first Super Soaker. The problem comes as I'm not sure if those memories outweigh the bad, I'm pretty sure they do not. I will not get into those details, because I doubt the ability of my emotions to hold up, pregnancy really has done a number on my emotional walls. I miss my Grand pop today, he was a good guy, didn't do a bad job, I'm grateful to have had one man show me not all dads suck, saving me from some of my daddy issues I suppose.
Think that I'll do something nice for my own baby daddy today, he's not perfect but He already treats Riley like a princess, and he haven't even met her yet. I knew he would since he treats me like a queen.
Just felt I'd get all these feelings out, before the rest of the house wakes up.....
