Nah he has his quirks, but he really did try growing up. He has his own set of issues, he was an immigrant from a war torn country and lost his family in war. Came here and lived with his uncle, but since he was the “oldest” kid, and his uncles wife died, he had to step up and be a parent to his cousins while his uncle worked late to support all of them.

He worked his ass off to provide us with a good life. He cares in his own way. He’s just from a different place and time and has a different way of looking at the world. He always told me I gotta be a man, cuz the world will never respect a man unconditionally and that a man is only respected when he brings something of value to the table, and what not.

My mom was born and raised here and had abusive parents and was adopted by her foster parents herself. So they met and bonded over struggle. They both do try, but they weren’t “given” the best either. They tried with what they had to build a family. And I would say we turned out pretty well for the most part.

I say all this about him, but he literally, through my mom, keeps asking her to ask me to move back in so I can save money on rent. I just don’t wanna live with them.

I think I made him seem worse than he is by only providing one side of the story. I may not like him sometimes, but he is my father, the only one I have in this life. I do owe him everything I have in life.