Day 5, still alive!

Look I know my title is cheesy but let’s not talk about it. It is not that I am still alive, but rather this blog. I wanted to talk a little about what dad has meant to me growing up through my most formative years. My bio dad is honestly a dead beat and was only good for buying me candy but never actual food to feed me with throughout his weekends (the visitation he demanded). I honestly never saw him too much on his weekends just to drop me off at my grandmother’s and then to pick me up days later to return me back to my mother. For a while I held onto my hope of him getting his shit together and stepping up but to no one’s surprise that never happened. Enter in my step-dad at age 3 who I call dad now. At first honestly I hated him and never wanted his help with anything no matter how much distress I was in I wanted my mother and only my mother to help me, comfort me, care for me. Slowly but surely I came around in due time and from then on he has been my rock as someone who stands beside me whether I am right or wrong and teaches me how to drink responsibly. So I say all this to reiterate thank you dads and father figures everywhere for never giving up on the love that is to be shared between a dad and his daughter. And to my dad thank you for stepping up to the plate when my bio dad refused to; I cannot believe how much we have grown together and will continue to. Thanks Dad, I will love you forever. goodnight from the future Messy College Girl.